over that she has a box at a theatre somewhere, I didn't ask her
where, but if you're sure you won't be home I'll go with Alice and
Aunt Martha."

"By all means," I answered, and kissing her good-bue I trolleyed to
New Rochelle.

Bunch was there ahead of me and so were Skinski and Ma'moiselle
Dodo, all working like beavers.

"I'm going to take the 11:40 to town," Skinski informed us after
all was in readiness for the performance. "I have a very important
date, haven't I, Dodey?"

"You betcher sweet!" she puffingly replied.

"But I'll be back before six o'clock and I'll give 'em the show of
my life," Skinski continued. "How's the sale?"

"There's a three hundred dollar advance sale," Bunch replied; "and
Pietro in the box office says we're good for a five or six hundred
dollar window sale if it's a fine night. You can gamble we've let
'em know we're in town, all right!"

"Right!" chirped Skinski. "You're the best bunch of managers I
ever roomed with and nothing's too good for you. I'm for the 11:40
thing now, so you better rent a stall in the local hotel and rest
up till show time. How about you, Dodey? Are you for hunting a
thirst-killing palace and getting busy with a dipper of suds?"