"
"Oh, Alice!"
"That's all right--I just love parts like that. None of the love
business for me!"
"I should say not--you're entirely too young!" exclaimed Ruth, with
sudden dignity.
"Pooh! You're not so old! Oh, there goes the supper bell. Come on!
I'm starved!"
The entire theatrical troupe gathered about the table, and a merry
party it was. That Mrs. Apgar was a good cook was one of the first
matters voted on, and there was not a dissenting voice. It was well
that there was plenty of chicken, for nearly everyone had more than
the first helping.
"Ach! But I'm glad that I came here!" announced Mr. Switzer, as he
passed his plate for more. "Ven I get so old dot I can vork no more,
I am coming here!" and he leaned back with a contented sigh.
Even Pepper Sneed smiled graciously, and for once seemed to have no
fault to find, and no dire prediction to make.
"The meal is very good," he said to Pop Snooks, the property man.
"Glad you think so--even if we did come out on track thirteen," was
the reply. "I think that accident was the best thing that could
happen. It delayed us so we all had fine appetites."
After supper the members of the company went on the broad veranda, to
sit in the dusk of the evening and listen to the call of the night
insects.
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