"So!" she said. "You're the actress, are you?"
Rose smiled at that. "I'm not a real actress," she said, "but I'm who you mean. I was a chorus-girl with that company that broke down here."
"Why didn't you go away when the rest of them did?" the milliner demanded.
"I decided I didn't want to go on being a chorus-girl," said Rose, "and I thought there was as good a chance of getting other work here as in Chicago."
"That was a sort of fool idea, I guess, wasn't it?" Miss Gibbons suggested.
"It seems so, up to now," said Rose. "I spent the morning on Main Street without having any luck. I went to five places ..."
"Five?" questioned Miss Gibbons. "I knew about Arthur Perkins and Sim Laidlaw and Tabby Parkes. Who were the other two?"
Rose couldn't enlighten her. She'd forgotten their names.
"I've had work offered to me," she went on, "or at least suggested. Mr. Culver at the hotel told me of a moving-picture place ..."
"Where you could sit in that glass cage of Al Zeider's and sell tickets?" Miss Gibbons broke in. "Why didn't you take it?"