"Well, I came mighty near giving up the ghost. When I heard those groans I thought something had me sure," panted the great actress, looking ruefully at a long rent in her very best nighty. "I did it all right, but being a great movie actress who is to play opposite Douglas Fairbanks is certainly hard on one's rags. Look, here's another tear! Another and another! I did that when the first darky squealed."
Of course we went to bed giggling.
"I wish Tweedles had seen you, but they would not have been willing to be mere audience. As for me,—I have no desire to be classified as a human fly. I wonder if we will hear some wild tale from those silly darkies."
But Mary was fast asleep before she could express her opinion. I could not sleep until I got the following limerick out of my system:
The Human Fly
Our Mary, an actress so flighty,
Scaled a wall in her very best nighty.
A nail proved a snag
And tore her fine rag,
She came back a la Aphrodite.
CHAPTER VI
"BIG MEETIN'"