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The frightened girl was sitting next this pagan personality; it was possibly the lack of fashion in his looks that caused, her to select him for her confidence. "Monsieur," she asked, "do you speak French?" "Perfectly." "Then can you tell me where they take the tickets? "The young man shook his head. "No," said he, "I am a foreigner." The girl sighed. "But what is the matter, ma'moiselle?"
I grinned at him foolishly and Bunch fell over a stage brace and disgraced himself. At 8:15 the orchestra leader came up to see why we didn't ring in and Bunch told him to ring off. I told Beethoven, or whatever his name was, to tune up and play everything in sight till I gave him the warning. At 8:20 Ma'moiselle Dodo waltzed out of her dressing room made up to look like a cream puff.
'He is going to the Carnival at Venice, added Annette, 'for they say he has a fine hand at playing, and will get a world of money; and the Carnival is just going to begin: but for my part, I should like to live among these pleasant woods and hills, better than in a town; and they say Ma'moiselle, we shall see no woods, or hills, or fields, at Venice, for that it is built in the very middle of the sea.
"When I have a little baby, I shall have done my duty as the wife of a great English milord. Even Miss Catherine will no longer regard me as of no importance." And Virginie would reply with infinite satisfaction: "Of a certainty, when madame has a little son, Ma'moiselle Catherine will be returned to her place."
"By all means," I answered, and kissing her good-bue I trolleyed to New Rochelle. Bunch was there ahead of me and so were Skinski and Ma'moiselle Dodo, all working like beavers. "I'm going to take the 11:40 to town," Skinski informed us after all was in readiness for the performance. "I have a very important date, haven't I, Dodey?" "You betcher sweet!" she puffingly replied.
I had no money for a ticket." The foreign youth's face flickered. "Yes?" he said; "that might happen to anyone, of course." "What will they do to me?" sighed the girl. "Don't lose courage, ma'moiselle." The young man slid his eyes from left to right, and rested them on Shelton. "Although I don't as yet see your way out."
I guess I didn't sleep very well that night, for I had dreams of Uncle Peter chasing me with a club all over a theatre and making me hop every seat in the orchestra, while Ma'moiselle Dodo sat perched on the balcony rail and screamed, "You betcher sweet!" The following day Bunch and I attended to the shipping of all the scenery and props and trick stuff, and we were two busy lads, believe me.
"Practising in the parlour, Ma'moiselle." "Very well. Bring in the coal." Babette disappeared, and the young lady opened her letter. It was very short. "Montreal, November, 5, 18 . "My Dear Grace Kate arrived in this city a week ago, and I have remained here since to show her the sights, and let her recruit after her voyage.
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