Haven't you got any self-
respect?''
Mildred rose. ``Mrs. Belloc,'' she said angrily, ``I
can't permit even you to say such things to me.''
``The shoe seems to fit,'' retorted Mrs. Belloc. ``I
never yet saw a lady, a real, silk-and-diamonds, sit-in-
the-parlor lady, who had any self-respect. If I had
my way they wouldn't get a mouthful to eat till they
had earned it. That'd be a sure cure for the lady
disease. I'm ashamed of you, Miss Stevens! And you're
ashamed of yourself.''
``Yes, I am,'' said Mildred, with a sudden change of
mood.
``The best thing you can do is to rest till lunch-time.
Then start out after lunch and hunt a job. I'll go
with you.''
``But I've got a job,'' said Mildred. ``That's what's
the matter.''
Agnes Belloc's jaw dropped and her rather heavy
eyebrows shot up toward the low sweeping line of her
auburn hair. She made such a ludicrous face that Mildred
laughed outright. Said she:
``It's quite time. Fifty a week, for three weeks of
rehearsal. No doubt _I_ can go on if I like.
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