Ruth looked at her father inquiringly.
"What sort of parts are they?" he asked.
"Oh, very much the same as they undertook to-day, only longer and
more elaborate. There will be several changes of scene and costume.
Do you think you'd like it?"
"Like it? I'd love it!" cried Alice, gaily, "Do say we may, Daddy
dear!" and she put her arms around his neck.
"I'll see," was all he would promise. "I must look over the parts,
and then--well, little coaching wouldn't do you any harm, I guess,"
he added with a smile.
"It would make them all the better," declared the manager.
"Oh, Ruth! I believe he's going to let us go in!" whispered Alice in
delight. "Won't you like it?"
"Yes, dear! It's more exciting than I imagined. And I think you did
splendidly!"
"Not half as well as you, Ruth. You are a born actress!"
"And you're a born ingenue!"
"Oh, aren't we silly to compliment each other this way!" laughed
Alice. "But, really, Ruth, I just love it; don't you?"
"Yes, dear. Oh, I wonder what sort of parts we'll get. I'd like
something romantic."
"And I want something funny--with laughs in it," declared Alice.
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