"Mis' Farley says if she don't get some one in the house dat has reg'lar money soon, she'll have to shut up and go to the po'house."
A look of distress and annoyance crossed Laura's face. It was hard to hear this from a menial.
"I'm sorry," she said; "I'll try again to-day."
Rising from the trunk, she crossed the room, and, taking a desk-pad from the mantel-piece, returned and took a seat at the table.
"Ain't yo' got any job at all?" demanded Annie, who was watching her as closely as she dared.
"No."
"When yuh come here yuh had lots of money and yo' was mighty good to me. You know Mr. Weston?"
"Jim Weston?"
"Yassum, Mr. Weston, what goes ahead o' shows and lives on the top floor back; he says nobody's got jobs now. Dey're so many actors and actresses out o' work. Mis' Farley says she don't know how she's goin' to live. She said you'd been mighty nice up until three weeks ago, but yuh ain't got much left, have you, Miss Laura?"
The girl shook her head mournfully.