"What's her name?"
"King—Lottie King—or something like that."
"Is she pretty? Did he show you her pictures?"
"Yes; her manager sent him a whole box of them. She's petite, with wicked little eyes."
"Dark?"
"No, blonde."
"And what is her dive?"
"What?"
"Fifty feet, Marshall said; but one of the circus hands told me it wasn't much more, than forty."