"And look at the women in the
profession," he continued, as he turned to face his visitors.
"My soul! Look at them! Nothing but sawdust--sawdust--sawdust!
Do you expect to go on acting with sawdust? Making sawdust love
with sawdust? Sawdust, I tell you! Sawdust--sawdust--saw--"
"Oh, no," said Tinker easily. "Not all. Not by any means. No."
"Show me one that isn't sawdust!" the tragedian cried fiercely.
"Show me just one!"
"We-ll," said Tinker with extraordinary deliberation, "to start
near home: Wanda Malone."
Potter burst into terrible laughter. "All sawdust! That's why I
discharged her this afternoon."
"You what?" Canby shouted incredulously.
"I dismissed her from my company," said Potter with a startling
change to icy calmness. "I dismissed her from my company this
afternoon."
Old Tinker leaned forward. "You didn't!"
Potter's iciness increased. "Shall I repeat it? I was obliged to
dismiss Miss Wanda Malone from my company, this afternoon, after
rehearsal."
"Why?" Canby gasped.
"Because," said Potter, with the same calmness, "she has an
utterly commonplace mind.
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