"What can I do for you?" she asked. Her voice was as tight and brisk as
the rest of her.
"I'm looking for a job," said Rose.
Miss Gibbons came a step closer and her bright look pierced a little
more deeply.
"So!" she said. "You're the actress, are you?"
Rose smiled at that. "I'm not a real actress," she said, "but I'm who
you mean. I was a chorus-girl with that company that broke down here."
"Why didn't you go away when the rest of them did?" the milliner
demanded.
"I decided I didn't want to go on being a chorus-girl," said Rose, "and
I thought there was as good a chance of getting other work here as in
Chicago."
"That was a sort of fool idea, I guess, wasn't it?" Miss Gibbons
suggested.
"It seems so, up to now," said Rose. "I spent the morning on Main Street
without having any luck. I went to five places ..."
"Five?" questioned Miss Gibbons. "I knew about Arthur Perkins and Sim
Laidlaw and Tabby Parkes. Who were the other two?"
Rose couldn't enlighten her. She'd forgotten their names.
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