of them are a good deal worse in those musical comedies." "How much should I get ?" "Two pounds a week." "That's as much as you." "Yes; but you'd have to work for it.

I don't." "Oh yes; but what sort of work?
Nothing to typewriting." "Perhaps not.

But they'd probably expect more than work out of you." "What do you mean ?" "Well, when a stage manager gives an unknown girl a walk on in the chorus of a musical comedy, he looks upon it in the light of a favour.
I suppose it is too.

He puts her in the way of knowing a lot of well-to-do young men, and he pays her two pounds a week for doing nothing but look pretty under the most advantageous circumstances.
There are women who would pay to get a job like that." Sally's face puckered with disgust.

"I think life's beastly," she said.
Janet smiled.