"Or what, Sister?"
"Never mind, don't you worry. Perhaps it will come out all right, after all. Father may get a place. He knows many persons in the theatrical business, and if he can't get behind the footlights he may get a place in front—in the box office, or something like that."
"Fancy poor father, with all his talents as an actor, taking tickets, though!"
"Well, it will be a humiliation, of course," agreed Ruth. "But what can be done? We have to live."
"Oh, if only I were a boy!" cried Alice, with a flash of her brown eyes. "I'd do something then!"
"What would you do?" asked Ruth.
"I—I'd turn the crank of a moving picture machine if I couldn't get anything else to do. Look at Russ—he earns good money at the business."
"Yes, I know. But we can't be boys, Alice."
"No—more's the pity. But I'm going to do something!"
"What, Alice? Nothing rash, I hope," said the older sister, quickly. "You know father—"