“That’s it.”
“What is the play?”
“It’s a three-act melodrama called ‘The Lost Pot of Diamonds; or, Adrift on the Streets of London.’ I’m studying the part of Jack Merridale, the hero. It’s a corker.”
“What are you going to do when you know the part?”
“Oh, I’m going to study up a whole lot of parts from different plays, and then I’m going to New York to be an actor.”
“How much do you know of the play?”
“About half. It’s putty hard to learn, but I’ll have it in another week.”
“Better give up acting and take to minding the cows,” said Frank, and started to ride off.
“Ah, you go on!” growled the boy, and made as if to throw a stone after the young book agent. But Frank was too quick for him and was soon out of sight.
“He’s worse off for notions than Bobby Frost was,” thought Frank, as he wheeled along. “One wanted to make a fortune in Wall Street, and the other wants to become a famous actor. What notions some boys do get!”