The voice of Packer proclaimed: "Two o'clock, ladies and
gentlemen! Rehearsal two o'clock this afternoon!"
The next moment he looked into the passageway. "This afternoon's
rehearsal, two o'clock, Miss--ahh--Malone. Oh, Mr. Canby, Mr.
Potter wants you to go to lunch with him and Mr. Tinker. He's
waiting. This way, Mr. Canby."
"In a moment," said the young playwright. "Miss Malone, you
spoke of your going home to work at making yourself into 'the
adorable girl' I had in my mind when I wrote your part. It
oughtn't"--he faltered, growing red--"it oughtn't to take much--
much work!"
And, breathless, he followed the genially waiting Packer.
X
"Your overcoat, Mr. Potter!" called that faithful servitor as
Potter was going out through the theatre with old Tinker and
Canby. "You've forgotten your overcoat, sir."
"I don't want it."
"Yes sir; but it's a little raw to-day." He leaped down into the
orchestra from the high stage, striking his knee upon a chair
with violence, but, pausing not an instant for that, came
running up the aisle carrying the overcoat.
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