theatrical profession, and an actress of standing is supposed to go hungry rather than maidless.

“Why don’t you fire Irish Mary?” Ken had asked Harrietta during a period of stringency.

“I can’t afford to.”

Ken understood, but you may not. Harrietta would have made it clear. “Any actress who earns more than a hundred a week is supposed to have a maid in her dressing room. No one knows why, but it’s true. I remember in The Small-Town Girl I wore the same gingham dress throughout three acts, but I was paying Mary twenty a week just the same. If I hadn’t some one in the company would have told some one in another company that Harrietta Fuller was broke. It would have seeped through the director to the manager, and next time they offered me a part they’d