"Oh, I don't know as you can include me," was Miss Dixon's rather
tart comment. "_I_ haven't been at it so many years."
"Oh, haven't you?" asked Miss Pennington, with a raising of her
penciled eyebrows. "Excuse me, my dear!"
"Don't mention it!"
"Get on to that, would you!" exclaimed Pop Snooks to Mr. Sneed. "The
two old-timers are scrappin'."
"I knew they would," was the grouchy rejoinder. "They'll have a real
quarrel, and both quit, and that'll mean some new members in the
company. And just as we are about through rehearsing that piece, and
about to film it, too. That means I'll have to do it all over again.
I knew something would happen!"
"Oh, cheer up! The worst is yet to come!" laughed Paul Ardite.
"Here's Switzer looking as red as a lobster. What is it now, Carl?"
he asked.
"Ach! Vot isn't der matter?" cried the moon-faced one. "I haf a part
vot incessitates me to be bound und gagged by a band of robbers, und
stood in a corner vhile dey loot der blace."
"Well, that's a nice, romantic part," observed Paul.
"Yah, but how would you like to haf a rag stuffed in your mout so vot
you couldn't breath yet for five minutes? How vould you like dot;
hey? Dell me dot!"
"Oh, well, tell 'em to leave you a breathing hole," laughed Paul.
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