“Oh, I play nigger parts, and dance the jigs.”
“What do you charge for a ticket?”
“Five cents admission, and eight cents reserved seats.”
“That’s cheaper’n Tony Pastor’s.”
“Yes; we can’t expect to get so much as Tony, ’cause yer know we ain’t purfessional. We’re amatoors.”
“How much do you get for your valuable services, Pat?” asked Julius, laughing.
“I’ll tell yer the way we do. Jim Campara—he’s the treasurer—keeps all the stamps till the end of the week, and then it is divided between us. Last week I got three dollars.”
“You did! Well, that’s pretty good pay.”
“Well,” said Pat, “there’s some expenses. I have to pay for my wardrobe.”
“What’s that?”