At that she went dancing away.
“She was teasing you,” said the old man.
“But she’s a marvel!”
“Yes. She is all that. And you will write a play for us?”
“I will write one.”
“And where shall we open? In Peoria?”
“Peoria? Chicago!”
“But I have never played in a great city. I am a—”
“In this life,” the youth broke in, “it is not what you have been that counts. It is what you are going to be.
“In three months you will see your name beside that other one, Petite Jeanne, and men will fight at the box office for tickets. You shall see!”