"That will not alter my determination."
"Wait," added the boy, quietly.
He was not wrong in the conclusion he had reached. Miss March's part was small, but it was a strong one. It was that of a persecuted young girl who had been driven from home because of a misunderstanding. It was a pathetic rôle, and before the actress had been on the stage five minutes the entire female portion of the audience were in tears, and there was a suspicious moisture in the eyes of more than one of the sterner sex.
"Isn't she fine?" whispered Al in his mother's ear, as the girl left the stage, after her first scene.
"It is wonderful! I am amazed."
"You did not think there was so much talent in the family, did you? Now, wouldn't it be a pity to rob the stage of such an ornament?"
"Yes."
"I thought you would say so. I believe she has a great future. But let us leave the decision to her."
"We will do so, my boy."
At this moment there came a shrill cry from the gallery.