Yes, in the morning
I'll start out."
"I wish we could start out," said Alice to Ruth in the latter's room,
later that night. "Why can't we do something to earn money?"
"We may have to--if it comes to that," agreed Ruth. "There are some
bills that must be paid or----"
"Or what, Sister?"
"Never mind, don't you worry. Perhaps it will come out all right,
after all. Father may get a place. He knows many persons in the
theatrical business, and if he can't get behind the footlights he may
get a place in front--in the box office, or something like that."
"Fancy poor father, with all his talents as an actor, taking tickets,
though!"
"Well, it will be a humiliation, of course," agreed Ruth. "But what
can be done? We have to live."
"Oh, if only I were a boy!" cried Alice, with a flash of her brown
eyes. "I'd do something then!"
"What would you do?" asked Ruth.
"I--I'd turn the crank of a moving picture machine if I couldn't get
anything else to do. Look at Russ--he earns good money at the
business."
"Yes, I know. But we can't be boys, Alice."
"No--more's the pity.
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