He talks amazing slang at times, at others not at
all; and I wish every one might be as kind and thoughtful.
I could think of nothing all the evening but my bills, and at last I was
moved to ask him abruptly:--
"What can a girl do to get money, Pros.?"
"'Pends on the girl."
"This girl; a somewhat educated person; and grasping. One who wants much
money and wants it right now."
"Princesses don't earn money; they have it."
"Suppose the Princess were enchanted--or--or something? Oh, you may not
think me serious, but I really don't know what I shall do, if my ship
doesn't come in pretty soon."
He looked quizzically at me; he thinks I plead poverty as a joke; Cadge
would never tell him how I have tried to borrow.
"'Twould be a hard case, supposing it possible," he said, "because you
would want a good deal of money, and because you'd be a bother to have
'round--too beautiful. You couldn't sell many newspaper stories, because
you'd soon cease to be a novelty as a special, and would get a press
ticket to City Hall Park. Reporting's another coloured horse altogether--
poor pay, and takes training to get it.
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