The new engagement was for only one night, but the fee was a guinea and a half--twice what I'd made for a week's work in the pit, and nearly what I'd earned in a week on tour.
But then came bad days.

I was no well posted on how to go aboot getting engagements.

I could only read all the advertisements, and answer everyone that looked as if it might come to anything.

And then I'd sit and wait for the postie to come, but the letters he brought were not for me.

It looked as though I had had all my luck.
But I still had my twelve pounds, and I would not use them while I was earning no more.