And she was making a great deal of money--for her--but nothing like what she might very easily have made.

And she knew it, young as she was.

For it does not take very long to learn about such things when a girl is attempting to earn her living in this altruistic world.
"She'll spread her wings and go one of these days," observed Archie Allaire to Rita Tevis, who was posing as Psyche for one of his clever, thinly brushed, high-keyed studies very much after the manner and palette of Chaplin when they resembled neither Chartrain nor Zier, nor any other artist temporarily in vogue.

For he was an adaptable man, facile, adroit, a master navigator in trimming sail to the fitful breeze of popular favour.

And his work was in great demand.
"She'll be decorating the tonneau of some big touring car with crested panels--and there'll be a bunch of orchids in the crystal holder, and a Chow dog beside her, defying the traffic squad--" "No, she won't!" snapped Rita.