Sweets, cigarettes, suppers, taxicabs at the stage-door." "It all sounds very terrible," she sighed.

"It's a horrid little life." "Yet I suppose you enjoy it ?" he remarked tentatively.
"I hate it, but I must do something.

I could not live on charity.
If I knew any other way I could make money, I would rather, but there is no other way.

I tried once to give music lessons.

I had a few pupils, but they never paid--they never do pay.
"I wish I could think of something," Laverick said thoughtfully.
"Of course, it is occupation you want.