"I don't think I understand," said the girl.
"No? Then it's like this: a show gets stuck and needs a quick study. They call me up and I throw them
what they want at an hour's notice. They can always count on me for anything from wardrobe mistress to prima donna. That's how I get mine," she concluded with a jolly laugh.
Athalie, feeling a little more confidence in her visitor, smiled at her.
"Say—you're a beauty!" exclaimed Mrs. Bellmore, gazing at her. "You're all there, too. I could place you easy if you ever need it. You don't sing, do you?"
"No."
"Ever had your voice tried?"
"No."
"Dance?"
"I dance—whatever is being danced—rather easily."