I
wasn't just sure who you meant at first. You mean the understudy,
the one that's to play Miss Lyston's part, that Miss--Miss--" He
snapped a finger and thumb to spur memory and then, as in triumphant
solution of his puzzle, cried, "Ma-- Malone! Miss Malone!"
"Yes," said Potter, looking upon him darkly. "Where did you sort
of run across her, come to think of it, as a matter of fact?"
"Oh, I remember all about it, now," said Packer brightly. "Why,
she was playing last summer in stock out at Seeleyville,
Pennsylvania. That's only about six miles from Packer's Ridge,
where my father lives. I spent a couple of weeks with him, and
we trolleyed over one evening to see 'The Little Minister,'
because father got it in his head some way that it was about the
Baptists, and I couldn't talk him out of it. It wasn't as bad a
performance as you'd think, and this little girl was a pretty
fair 'Babbie.' Father forgot all about the Baptists and kept
talking about her after we got home, until nothing would do but
we must go over and see that show again. He wanted to take her
right out to the farm and adopt her--or something; he's a
widower, and all alone out there.
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