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“
Well
,
we
have
.
Tell
me
something
about
yourself
.
”
“
I
’
m
an
actress
.
No
—
not
the
kind
you
’
re
thinking
of
,
lunching
at
the
Savoy
covered
with
jewellery
,
and
with
their
photograph
in
every
paper
saying
how
much
they
love
Madame
So
and
So
’
s
face
cream
.
I
’
ve
been
on
the
boards
since
I
was
a
kid
of
six
—
tumbling
.
”
“
I
beg
your
pardon
,
”
I
said
puzzled
.
“
Haven
’
t
you
seen
child
acrobats
?
”
“
Oh
,
I
understand
.
”
“
I
’
m
American
born
,
but
I
’
ve
spent
most
of
my
life
in
England
.
We
got
a
new
show
now
—
”
“
We
?
”
“
My
sister
and
I
.
Sort
of
song
and
dance
,
and
a
bit
of
patter
,
and
a
dash
of
the
old
business
thrown
in
.
It
’
s
quite
a
new
idea
,
and
it
hits
them
every
time
.
There
’
s
to
be
money
in
it
—
”
My
new
acquaintance
leaned
forward
,
and
discoursed
volubly
,
a
great
many
of
her
terms
being
quite
unintelligible
to
me
.
Yet
I
found
myself
evincing
an
increasing
interest
in
her
.
She
seemed
such
a
curious
mixture
of
child
and
woman
.
Though
perfectly
worldly
-
wise
,
and
able
,
as
she
expressed
it
,
to
take
care
of
herself
,
there
was
yet
something
curiously
ingenuous
in
her
single
-
minded
attitude
towards
life
,
and
her
whole
-
hearted
determination
to
“
make
good
.
”
This
glimpse
of
a
world
unknown
to
me
was
not
without
its
charm
,
and
I
enjoyed
seeing
her
vivid
little
face
light
up
as
she
talked
.
