"And who do you think she is to have on the program?" demands Vee. "Farrar!"
"Aw, come!" says I.
"And perhaps Mischa Elman," adds Vee. "Isn't that thrilling?"
I admits that it is.
"But say," I goes on, "with them big names on the bill, what does she expect to tax people for the best seats?"
Vee says how they'd figured they might ask ten dollars for a few choice chairs.
"Huh!" says I. "That won't get you far. Why don't you soak 'em proper?"
"But how?" asks Vee.
"You put in a bald-headed row," says I, "and I'll find you a party who'll fill it at a hundred a throw."
Vee stares at me like she thought I'd been touched with the heat, and wants to know who.