"How much should I get?"
"Two pounds a week."
"That's as much as you."
"Yes; but you'd have to work for it. I don't."
"Oh yes; but what sort of work? Nothing to typewriting."
"Perhaps not. But they'd probably expect more than work out of you."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, when a stage manager gives an unknown girl a walk on in the chorus of a musical comedy, he looks upon it in the light of a favour. I suppose it is too. He puts her in the way of knowing a lot of well-to-do young men, and he pays her two pounds a week for doing nothing but look pretty under the most advantageous circumstances. There are women who would pay to get a job like that."
Sally's face puckered with disgust. "I think life's beastly," she said.
Janet smiled. "That's not life," she said; "that's musical comedy."