gent to the right.

"When she quit, I had to jam him back.

"For an encore she sang a reg'lar American song, with music to it.
When she reached the chorus she stopped. Then away up in the balcony
sounded the tiny treble of a boy's soprano, sweet as the ring of
silver. The audience turned, to a man, and we seen, perched among
the newsboys, the littlest, golden-haired youngster, 'bout the size
of your thumb, his eyes glued to the face of his mother on the stage
below, pourin' out his lark song, serious and frightened. Twice he
done it, while by main stren'th I held his father to the enjoyments
of a two-dollar orchestra chair.

"'Let us in,' we says, three minutes later, to the stranger at the
stage door, but he looked upon us with unwelcome, like the
seven-headed hydrant of Holy Writ.

"'It's agin' the rules,' says he. 'You kin wait in the alley with
the other Johnnies.'

"I ain't acclimated to the cold disfavour of a stage door, never
having soubretted along the bird and bottle route. I was for the
layin' on of hands. Moreover, I didn't like the company we was in,
'Johnnies,' by designations of the Irish terrier at the wicket. They
smoked ready-made cigarettes, and some of 'em must have measured full
eight inches acrost the chest.

"'Let us stroll gently but firmly into, over, and past the remains of
this party, to the missus,' says I, but Morrow got seized with the