"De Mott pulls out his watch.
"'I'll give you just one minute to start for your dressing-room,' he says to her.
"The chicken knocks the watch out of his hand.
"'That for your old turnip and you, too!' she says.
"'You're fired!' yells De Mott.
"'Oh, no, I ain't!' says the chicken. 'That's my way of breaking a contract and a watch at the same time. You needn't write an order for me,' she says. 'I'm overdrawn a week now.'
"When we're leavin', after we gets our street clothes on, De Mott stops us.
"'There's a way you can both get back,' he says to the chicken.
"'When I sell out,' says she, 'it'll be to a real man for real money, not to a cheap ham-fat for a forty-dollar job.'
"The chicken won't stay at the hotel where the bunch is that night, so we both moves over to another. When we pays our bill I have seven bucks left 'n' she has six.