"You won't lose much, Miss Janina! The old woman has a voice like a cracked pot," continued Sophie unabashed.
Janina made an impatient motion.
"And if you only knew how she lies to me! At Lublin there came to our house a certain gentleman named Kulasiewicz, whom I called 'Kulas' for he never even brought me any candy. She spanked me for it and told me that he was my father. . . . Ha! ha! ha! I know what kind of 'fathers' they are. . . . At Lublin, there was Kulas, at Lodz, Kaminski and now, she has two of them. . . . She tries to hide the fact, and thinks that I envy her. I'd have to be some fool for that! Such penniless jiggers you can pick up anywhere by the bushel . . ."
"Stop that, Sophie, you are a wicked girl!" whispered Janina, boiling with indignation at the cynicism of that actor's child.
"What's wrong in what I say? Isn't it true?" she answered with a wonderful accent of true innocence.
"You ask me what's wrong! Where will you find another child who says such horrid things about her mother?"
"Well, why is she such a fool? All of the other actresses have lovers who at least have money, while she . . . look at what she's got! I also would be better off if she were wiser. . . . Believe me, when I grow up, I'll not be such a fool as she! . . ."
Janina staggered back, staring at her in amazement, but Sophie did not understand that and, bending more closely over her, whispered significantly: "Have you already got someone, Miss Janina?"
She hurried away immediately, for the curtain had already descended and her dance was to begin right away in the entr' acte.
Janina shuddered as though something unclean had touched her. A cold chill passed through her and a blush of shame and humiliation covered her face.