Wrenn and Nelly, Mrs. Arty and Tom had
watched the play from the sixth row of the balcony.
Sighing happily, Nelly cried to the group: "Wasn't that grand?
I got so excited! Wasn't that young miner a dear?"
"Awfully nice," said Mr. Wrenn. "And, gee! wasn't that great,
that office scene--with that safe and the rest of the
stuff--just like you was in a real office. But, say, they
wouldn't have a copying-press in an office like that; those fake
mine promoters send out such swell letters; they'd use carbon
copies and not muss the letters all up."
"By gosh, that's right!" and Tom nodded his chin toward his
right shoulder in approval. Nelly cried, "That's so; they
would"; while Mrs. Arty, not knowing what a copying-press was,
appeared highly commendatory, and said nothing at all.
During the moving pictures that followed, Mr. Wrenn felt
proudly that he was taken seriously, though he had known
them but little over a month. He followed up his conversational
advantage by leading the chorus in wondering, "which one of them
two actors the heroine was married to?" and "how much a week
they get for acting in that thing?" It was Tom who invited them
to Miggleton's for coffee and fried oysters.
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