Said she:
``Don't be foolish, my dear. You couldn't expect
anything to come of your first attempt.''
``That isn't it,'' said Mildred. ``I think I'll give it
up--do something else. Grand opera's bad enough.
There were a lot of things about it that I was fighting
my distaste for.''
``I know,'' said Agnes. ``And you'd better fight
them hard. They're unworthy of you.''
``But--musical comedy! It's--frightful!''
``It's an honest way of making a living, and that's
more than can be said of--of some things. I suppose
you're afraid you'll have to wear tights--or some
nonsense like that.''
``No, no. It's doing it at all. Such rotten music
--and what a loathsome mess!''
Mrs. Belloc's eyes flashed. ``I'm losing all
patience!'' she cried. ``I know you've been brought up
like a fool and always surrounded by fools. I suppose
you'd rather sell yourself to some man. Do you know
what's the matter with you, at bottom? Why, you're
lazy and you're a coward. Too lazy to work. And
afraid of what a lot of cheap women'll say--women
earning their board and clothes in about the lowest way
such a thing can be done.
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