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In their dressing room, Madge was trying to comfort Lillian, who had lost her courage at the eleventh hour. When the time came for her to go on, however, Lillian forgot her stage fright and made her first entrance with the air of a seasoned trouper.
It was surprising, because her acting seemed not so important to the piece as his. "It seems like a lot of money for what you have to do," he said. "There," she smiled warmly, "didn't I always say you were a natural-born trouper? Well, it is a lot of money for me, but you see I've helped Jeff dope out both of these pieces.
They work like dogs and do the best they can when they ain't got jobs. I'm strong for 'em. But then, I'm a wise old trouper. I understand things. You don't. You're the real country wild rose of this piece. It's a good thing you got me to ride herd on you. You're far too innocent to be turned loose on a comedy lot.
Henshaw had noticed him. He was coming on. The Montague girl hailed him as he left the set. "Hullo, old trouper. I caught you actin' again to-day, right out before the white folks. Well, so far so good. But say, I'm glad all that roulette and stuff was for the up-and-down stage and not on the level. I'd certainly have lost everything but my make-up. So long, Kid!"
"I wish I had no packing to do," sighed Grace. "You never seem to mind it." "That is because I am a trouper, and troupers live in their trunks," smiled Anne. "Packing and unpacking never dismay me." "Isn't it fortunate, Anne, that our commencement happened a week before that of the boys? We can be at home for a day or two before we go to M to attend their commencement."
Don't artists get the razz, though. And that Hugo, he'd spend a week in the hot place to save a thin dime. Let me tell you, Countess, don't you ever get your lemon in his squeezer." There were audible murmurs of sympathy from the Countess. "And so the old trouper had to start out Monday morning to peddle the brush.
"Oh, I would have come back, all right; I'd never forget that twenty-five dollars I owe you; and you'll get it all back, only it may take a little time. I thought I'd see you for a minute, then go out and find a job you know, a regular job in a store." "Nothing of the sort, old Trouper!"
"I had heard of her only as director of the Forsyte School plays.... What shows was she in?" "She was what they call a specialty dancer in musical comedy," Lydia answered. "Sometimes she had a real part and sometimes she only danced. She was a good hoofer and a good trouper," she added, the Broadway terms falling strangely from those austere lips.
The director grinned after her as she danced away, though Merton Gill had considered her levity in the worst of taste. Then her eye caught him as he stood modestly back of the working electricians and she danced forward again in his direction. He would have liked to evade her but saw that he could not do this gracefully. She greeted him with an impudent grin. "Why, hello, trouper!
"Say, see here, Trouper, what's the shootin' all about, anyway? You up against it yes." There was again in her eye the look of warm concern, and she was no longer trying to be funny. He might now have admitted a few little things about his screen career, but again the director interrupted. "Miss Montague where are you? Oh!
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