Miss C. What were you doing when I came in?
Susan. Oh, just sweeping down the halls and stairs, making the beds, checking up the accounts, doing up my hair, shifting two bureaus, setting the dining-room tables, and making an apple pie.
Miss C. Oh, is that all?
Susan. Yep—nothing to do till to-morrow. This is a very quiet, restful place.
Miss C. Well, I guess I’ll try it. The doctor has ordered me to take a rest for a week.
Susan. A week, eh? I suppose you have lots of money?
Miss C. Well, no. You see, I’m an actress, and I’ve just closed one engagement and am waiting now for another.
Susan. Humph! Then you’re out of a job?
Miss C. Er—yes, temporarily. What are your rates? Won’t you call the porter and have him take my bag to a room?
(Rubber starts toward bag again hopefully, but Susan checks him with a gesture.)