“Who put you next to that?” he asked.
“No one; I learned it myself.”
She has been known to kick the crown of a hat held six feet from the floor
“Ever do an act?” was the next question he shot at her.
He had a quick mind—anybody has who knocks around on the road for a few seasons—and he was already beginning to figure.
“No, but some day when I get good I am going to ask some kind manager to give me a chance.”
“You don’t have to wait any longer, Sis; you can come with the show right away and we’ll do an act together.”
Here was a meal ticket that would be good for many a hard winter when the other fellows were eating snowballs, and, if he could help it, it wasn’t going to get away from him.
And that is the beginning of the story.