I found her in the hallway a few minutes later, when I chanced along. She was wandering about opening doors and otherwise acting in a strange manner.
"What are you looking for?" I asked.
"Shure," she said, in her simplicity, "I'm lookin' for the little closet I came up in."
I suppose you will believe me when I tell you that my theatrical ventures have frequently brought me in contact with ripe episodes that impressed themselves strongly upon my memory.
Sometimes they were too ripe, and gave occasion for much toil ere they could be wholly eradicated from my unfortunate coat.
I long ago lost my taste for eggs in any shape.
On a barn-storming crusade with a small show, I remember, at an afternoon rehearsal, the flute player in the orchestra made me nervous by playing off key. After vainly endeavoring to correct the man, I lost my temper and exclaimed: