"Look at my eyes!" she exclaimed.
"I know." "Awful, aren't they ?" "Pretty bad.

Can't think why you don't stick out for more money when they work you overtime." "It's no good--they'd get somebody else." "Let 'em." "Well then, what should I do ?" "Go on the stage." Sally looked critically at herself again in the little mahogany-framed glass that stood on the dressing-table.

With an effort she tried to forget the lines under the eyes, tried to efface the look of weariness.

The thought of being an actress did not enter her thoughts.

It was her appearance she considered.
"Do you think I look well enough ?" she asked.
"Fifty per cent.