as I once was," he added, "and there isn't the demand for impersonators
there once was. If I could get back to New York----"

He paused and shook his head sadly.

"Why don't you stay here and look for work, just as I'm going to do?"
asked Mart. "If you get to New York there won't be much chance. All the
theater places are filled now for the winter season."

"That's so!" agreed the impersonator. "But I don't know what sort of
work I could do here."

"You--you could be in our show!" interrupted Bunny, who, with Sue, had
been listening eagerly to all the talk. "We're going to have a show, and
you three could be in it!"

"Going to have a show, are you?" asked Mr. Treadwell, with a smile.

"Yes, a real one," declared Sue. "Once we had a circus, but this show is
going to be in the Opera House, maybe, and we'll give all the money we
make to our mother's Red Cross."

"That will be nice," said Mr. Treadwell, with a smile. "But I'm afraid
I'd be too big to fit into your show."

"Oh, no!" exclaimed Bunny. "We're going to have Bobbie Boomer in it, and
he's a big fat boy."

Mr. Treadwell laughed and Mrs. Brown and Mrs. Newton joined in.