"Well, you're right this time—there wasn't much of importance doing," Russ replied. "Miss Pennington and Miss Dixon had some pretty good parts, but the stuff was mostly comic to-day."
"That suited Mr. Switzer, then. I think he is the nicest German comedian I ever knew, and I met quite a number when father was appearing in real plays."
"Yes, Switzer is a good sort. But you should have seen Mr. Sneed to-day!"
"Found fault with everything; eh?"
"I should say so, and then some, as the boys say. He said something was sure to happen before the day was over, and it did—a stone wall fell on him."
"Really?"
"Really, but not real stone. It was one of Pop Snooks's scenic creations. One of the pieces of wood hit Mr. Sneed on the head, so something happened. And what a fuss he made! He's the real grouch of the company, all right. Well, here we are!" and the young man guided his companion into the hallway of the Fenmore.
"See you again!" called Alice, as she went into her door and Russ into his.
"Is that you, Alice?" called Ruth, from an inner room.
"Yes, dear. Has daddy come home?"