Nothing
could be easier.''
``Crossley?''
``Yes. He was very nice--heard me sing three
pieces--and it was all settled. I'm to begin to-morrow.''
The color rose in Agnes Belloc's face until she looked
apoplectic. She abruptly retreated to her bedroom.
After a few minutes she came back, her normal complexion
restored. ``I couldn't trust myself to speak,''
said she. ``That was the worst case of ingratitude
I ever met up with. You, getting a place at fifty
dollars a week--and on your first trial--and
you come in looking as if you'd lost your money and
your reputation. What kind of a girl are you, anyway?''
``I don't know,'' said Mildred. ``I wish I did.''
``Well, I'm sorry you got it so easy. Now you'll
have a false notion from the start. It's always better
to have a hard time getting things. Then you appreciate
them, and have learned how to hold on.''
``No trouble about holding on to this,'' said Mildred
carelessly.
``Please don't talk that way, child,'' pleaded Agnes,
almost tearful.
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