"Well! Well!" he shouted at them, impatiently, "come on or else go back!
Don't stand there in the way."
"Mr. Reeser, please, just a minute," called Birdie, "It's a new girl wants to get in the chorus."
The stage-manager paused and looked her over with a critical eye.
"Can she sing?"
"No," said Nance, "but I can dance. Want to see me?"
"Well, I think I can live a few minutes without it," said Reeser dryly.
"Ever been on before?"
"No; but everybody's got to start some time." Then she added with a smile, "I wish you'd give me a chance."
"She's a awful cute little dancer," Birdie recommended. "She knows all the steps in the Red-Bird chorus. I taught her when I was here before. If you'd say a word to Mr. Pulatki he might try her out at rehearsal this morning."
Nance held her breath while Reeser's quizzical eyes continued to study her.
"All right!" he said suddenly. "She's pretty young, but we'll see what she can do. Now clear the way. Lower that drop a little, boys. Hurry up with the second set."