"You know business is bad," said he.
"Well, I should smile," said the artiste; "since I haven't had any salary for four weeks. What's the new racket."
"It's this," said the agent: "If we expect to go out of this town we've got to do something Napoleonic. And you've got to do it."
"You forget my sex," said she.
"No, I don't," said he; "there may be a Napoleon in petticoats as well as in trousers."
"Very well, what is it?"
"I want to get a column in each of the daily papers."
"Well, I guess you'll want it, for all the newspaper boys know we've got a snide show this time," she said.
"Well, I guess not, if you'll do what I tell you," said the artful agent.
"What is that?" inquired the guileless actress.