Her Reputation by Talbot Mundy

Life in lodgings is only miserable when you are old, or too used to it. At seventeen, all that is new is amusing at first, unless it actually hurts, and it was Consuelo, not Jacqueline, who cried at sight of the dingy back-bedroom they must share between them in a noisy San Francisco back street, not far from the almost equally dingy caf‚ where Ramon and Cervanez were booked for a month's engagement.

They were hardly in the place when Consuelo snorted and rebelled.