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A leaf in ze wind! I cannot teach her. I vill not try!" "It's too late to get anybody else for to-night," said Reeser, impatiently. "Let her walk through the part, and we'll see what can be done in the morning." Then seeing Nance's indignant eyes on the director, he added with a comical twist of his big mouth, "Want to be a bear?"
"I forgot all about you. Just as cute looking as ever, eh! Where did you get that hat?" "Ten-cent store," said Nance, triumphantly. "Can you beat that?" said Birdie. "You always did have a style about you. But your hair's fixed wrong. Come on down to the dressing-room while I change. I'll do it over before you see Reeser."
Reeser was jubilant, the director was mollified, and even the big comedian whose name blazed in letters of fire outside, actually stopped her in the wings to congratulate her. "Look here, young person," he said, lifting a warning finger, "you want to be careful how you steal my thunder. You'll be taking my job next!"
"Write a note to Mrs. Snawdor, and tell her you are spending the night down-town with me. You'll know by morning whether Reeser is going to take you on or not. If he does, you just want to announce the fact that you are going, and go." Nance looked at her with kindling eyes. This high-handed method appealed to her. After all wasn't she past eighteen?
"Well, Flossie Pierson has been shipped home, and they've got to put somebody in her place. It's no cinch to pick up a girl on the road, just the right size, who can dance even as good as you can. If Reeser engages you, it's fifteen per for the rest of the season, and a good chance for next." "All right, here goes!" cried Nance, recklessly, seizing paper and pen.
Reeser, please, just a minute," called Birdie, "It's a new girl wants to get in the chorus." The stage-manager paused and looked her over with a critical eye. "Can she sing?" "No," said Nance, "but I can dance. Want to see me?" "Well, I think I can live a few minutes without it," said Reeser dryly. "Ever been on before?" "No; but everybody's got to start some time."
"It's the costume. We've got to take whoever will fit it. Who's the smallest girl in the chorus?" The eyes of the two men swept the double column of girls until they rested on the one head that, despite its high coiffure, failed to achieve the average height. "Come here!" called Reeser to Nance. "But, no!" protested the director, throwing up his hands. "She is impossible. A cork on ze water!
When at last the music ceased, she scampered into the wings and sank gasping and laughing into a chair. "They want you back!" cried Reeser, excitedly beckoning to her. "Go on again. Take the call." "The what?" said Nance, bewildered.
"We got to catch Reeser before rehearsal. He's the main guy in this company. What Reeser says goes." At the head of the steps they encountered a gaunt, raw-boned man, with an angular, expressive face, and an apple in his long neck that would have embarrassed Adam himself. "Well! Well!" he shouted at them, impatiently, "come on or else go back! Don't stand there in the way." "Mr.
It was not until the end of the second act that her name was called, and she went scampering up the stairs as fast as her clumsy suit would permit. The stage was set for a forest scene, with gnarled trees and hanging vines and a transparent drop that threw a midnight blue haze over the landscape. "Crawl up on the stump there!" ordered Reeser, attending to half a dozen things at once.
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