French is packed up) asked me in. That was what I got for thinking on
the wrong stoop. And weren't they dears? Did you mind the veils?
First I thought they were hoisted for rain clouds, and again, when I
saw the blues and pinks, I decided for fair weather. There were enough
colors to make a rainbow look like the milky way. And they asked me to
come see them! Asked me! Why they begged me and made me give a
cross-my-heart yes."

"But you won't go?" asked Cologne. "You know the Lamberts
are--well--they are a troup of theatrical folks, and no one knows much
about them."

"The only profession that hides the ego," broke in Tavia. "Now that is
what I call cozy, to get away from the dear old nosey public. I wonder
the whole world does not go in for the stage, and get a chance to walk
through the streets, and have folks say, 'Isn't she perfectly sweet!'
All the while one could be sticking out her tongue, and otherwise
enjoying herself--"

"Tavia!" exclaimed Dorothy. "Do talk something akin to common sense if
you cannot do better. And don't mix up your pronouns. You keep one
bobbing through tenses and pronouns as if the thinker were a
jack-in-the-box."

"All the same I would love to go over to that big white house in the
cherry trees, and see a dress rehearsal. They play Shakespeare."

"You must not think of such a thing," declared Dorothy. "Since Cologne
does not wish you to go in the strange set, you will surely comply,
but I do not have to tell you that I am sure you will," and she turned