“We begin with Caruso Junior,” was his declaration when he introduced the Italian coal-passer to the company.
Somewhere Neale had found a dress suit for the young Italian, and as it was several sizes too big for the man’s slim figure it aided in the hilarity of the number. For the high note of the whole concert was comedy, and “Caruso Junior” sang only topical songs in both Italian and a brand of broken English that delighted the audience.
The two dancers who did “a brother act” were an oddity that pleased as well. If this concert was different from the usual kind on shipboard, it was all the more appreciated.
Even Tess’ and Dot’s friend, Bill Bowling, had been literally “roped in” for a number. It seemed that he had been something besides a deckhand in his life; and his past experience in roping cattle in the West enabled him to use a lariat equal to any vaudeville entertainer.
About the middle of the program Neale came forward with a solemn face and announced:
“The nicest little team of entertainers in captivity. I can assure you, ladies and gentlemen, you are going to have a treat when the Misses Theresa and Dorothy Kenway sing their song. It is one of their own choosing, they learned it without professional assistance, and the sentiment and depth of feeling expressed in the words cannot be questioned. I bespeak for Theresa and Dorothy your gravest attention.”
“What is that boy up to now?” murmured Ruth, troubled.
Agnes glared at Neale as he came down from the platform.
“He has got something up his sleeve,” she said, almost angrily.
“Do you children know your piece?” demanded Ruth in a whisper, as Tess and Dot started for the stage.