“You needn’t be afraid, once you’ve made up your mind to it.” She leaned above the bed to relieve Letty of the tray. “For instance—you don’t mind my asking questions do you?”
“Oh, no! You can ask me anything.”
“Then the first thing is this: Are you pretty good as a needle-woman?”
Letty was astounded. “Why—why you don’t have to sew, do you?”
“Certainly, dear. That’s one of the most important 320 things you’d be called on to do. You’d never get anywhere if you weren’t quick with your needle and thread. And then there’d be hair-dressing. You have to know something about that. I don’t say that you must be a professional; but for the simpler occasions—after that there’s packing. That’s something we often overlook, and where French girls have us at a disadvantage. They pack so beautifully.”
Letty was entirely at sea. “Pack what?”
“Pack trunks, dear.”
“What for?”
“For travel; for moving from town to country; or from country to town; or making visits; you see you’re always on the go. Oh, it’s more than a trick; it’s quite an art; only—” She smiled at Letty as she stood holding the tray, before carrying it out—“only, I shouldn’t have supposed you’d be thinking of that when you act in moving pictures.”
“I—I thought I might do both.”