“There aren’t any folks trying to get in,” Jane replied. “I guess you aren’t selling many tickets.”
Mr. Piff scowled, not liking the little girl’s observation. Then he smiled wryly and admitted that she was right.
“Do you girls want to go inside?” he inquired. “Pass right on in.”
“Free?” Vevi asked quickly.
“Go ahead,” Mr. Piff directed. “What’s the difference? This show is a flop and everyone knows it.”
“Maybe more people will come tomorrow,” Connie said kindly.
“Tomorrow will be worse than today,” Mr. Piff rejoined. “I only hope I won’t be here to hear the squawks of the business men when they find out how deep in the hole we’re going to be.”
“You’re not going away?” Connie asked quickly.
“No, no, certainly not.” Mr. Piff laughed, but in a hollow sort of way.
Following the girls into the auditorium, he voiced a steady stream of complaints.