“Now, Nancy, don’t go back on me! I depend on you to talk father over, though he won’t need much argument, I’m sure.”
“Look here, Patty,” and her father spoke seriously; “tell me just what you’re driving at.”
“Only this, Dad. I’ve a chance to go on the stage in a new light opera and I want to go.”
“Whose opera?”
“Do you mean the composer?”
“I do not. I mean the manager or owner, or whoever is getting you mixed up with it.”
“Well, the manager is Mr. Stengel——”
“Stengel! Why, Patty, he’s a—a real manager!”
“That’s what I said,” and Patty beamed at him. “And he is coming here tonight to see me,—to see us about it.”
“Coming here!”