Are you living alone ?" "Yes," answered Joan.

"I'm a journalist." "I thought you were something," answered the girl.

"I'm an artist.

Or, rather, was," she added after a pause.
"Why did you give it up ?" asked Joan.
"Oh, I haven't given it up, not entirely," the girl answered.

"I can always get a couple of sovereigns for a sketch, if I want it, from one or another of the frame-makers.