"She's not as bad as all that," said Al. "She has appeared in amateur performances here and made a success. Better see her, Mr. Wattles. I know she'll be tickled to death with the idea. You'll be in plenty of time to get a big ad. in this afternoon's Herald, and you'll have the biggest house of the season."
The manager brought his fist down on the table by his side, and said:
"By jingo, boy, I will do it! Lots of money has been made out of stage-struck society women, and perhaps I may come in for a little of it."
"You'll come in for a lot of it to-night, sir, if you just follow my advice. And now I'll show you the way to the mayor's house."
"Wait a minute. You said this amateur racket was only a part of your scheme; what is the rest of it?"
"Souvenirs. This town is wild on souvenirs. The 'Crack of Doom' Company give hand-painted fans to-night. Why don't you go one better, and announce that every lady attending your performance will receive a heavily plated silver souvenir spoon?"
"But where the mischief could I get the spoons?"
"I'll provide them."
"You?"
"Certainly."