``It's frightful to me, who've had
experience, to hear you invite a fall-down.''
Mildred disdainfully fluttered the typewritten copy of
the musical comedy. ``This is child's play,'' said she.
``The lines are beneath contempt. As for the songs,
you never heard such slop.''
``The stars in those pieces get four and five hundred,
and more, a week,'' said Mrs. Belloc. ``Believe me,
those managers don't pay out any such sums for child's
play. You look out. You're going at this wrong.''
``I shan't care if I do fail,'' said Mildred.
``Do you mean that?'' demanded Mrs. Belloc.
``No, I don't,'' said Mildred. ``Oh, I don't know
what I mean.''
``I guess you're just talking,'' said Mrs. Belloc after
a reflective silence. ``I guess a girl who goes and gets
a good job, first crack out of the box, must have a
streak of shrewdness.''
``I hope so,'' said Mildred doubtfully.
``I guess you'll work hard, all right. After you
went out this morning, I took that paper down to Miss
Blond. She's crazy about it.
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