“He told me I would have to wear tights,” she stammered, furiously, “and, oh, he said a lot more, but I cannot repeat it.”
The sick girl burst into a roar of bitter laughter.
“Same old gag,” she said, shortly. “Well, I’m glad I didn’t tarry. No danger of his interesting himself in my direction.”
“It was disgusting,” said Dollie, who could not understand her laughter.
“I’d have given a dollar to have heard you go for him,” said the girl, looking at her admiringly.
“I didn’t dare to say very much,” said Dollie, more quietly, “I remembered what you said about his having us arrested.”
“You learn quickly,” said the companion, “do you live in New York?”
“I am here with my sister, and we have no money,” said Dollie, frankly. “We are trying to get work, that is why I came here this morning.”
“Haven’t you any friends who can help you?” asked the girl, with interest.
“Not a soul,” said Dollie, her lips quivering a little. “I don’t know what we will do. We can’t live without money.”