Let us have a little lunch and I will
try again. I'll do anything----"
"Then, Daddy, why don't you let me tell about the moving pictures?"
broke in Alice. "I'm sure----"
"Alice, dear, you know that isn't in my line," replied her father.
"It is very good of you to suggest it; but it will not do. I could
not bring myself to it----"
He paused, and looked dejectedly at the dispossess notice in his
hand.
"I--I could not do it," he added with a sigh. "I must try to get
something in the line of my profession. Perhaps I might get a place
in some dramatic school. I have trained you girls in the rudiments of
acting, and I'm sure I could do it with a larger class. I did not
think of it before. Get me some lunch, Ruth, and I'll go out again."
"But what about the rent?" asked Alice. "We can't be put out on the
street, Dad."
"No, I suppose not. I'll see Mr. Cross, and get another loan. I'll
pay him back out of my first salary. We must have a roof over us. Oh,
girls, I am so sorry for you!"
"Don't worry about us, Daddy! You just get better and take care of
your throat!" urged Alice.
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