Martha, who had heard enough of the commotion to realize what was going on, entered and congratulated both Flossie and Mr. Zinsheimer.
"Sorry you are leaving this place," volunteered "Marky." "Any—er—money troubles?"
"None whatever, thank you," replied Martha. "I am going to leave the stage and go back to my old home in Indiana."
"Leave the stage?" gasped Flossie.
"If you ever need assistance, you know"—"Marky" coughed confidentially.
"She looked like a turnip and acted the part artistically."
"Thank you. Good-bye," replied Martha, smiling.
"Marky," pouted Flossie, "I think we'd better be going. Come—you promised to buy me a lot of new things this morning. Hurry up, angel."