"What theater has a sale of seats to-day?" Campbell asked.
"Don't know," I answered.
As we approached the office, we found that the line extended into our own office building. As we ambled up the rickety stairs, we passed the crowd in line, one by one, until we discovered, to our great astonishment, that the line ended at our door.
We turned the key, walked in, locked the door, and stood aghast.
Holding up both hands, I gasped, "In heaven's name, what have we done?" I was appalled.
"Give 'em Annie Lauretta," cried Campbell.
"But suppose Annie don't win," I expostulated.
"Smokes!" exclaimed Campbell. "Are you going to turn down all those $5 bills?"
"Let's see that telegram," I faltered.
I perused it over and over again.