"But I'm sure I sha'n't like it at all," says Ruby as she signs her name.
I didn't deny that. I knew she was in for a three weeks' drillin' by the roughest stage manager in the business. You know who. But he can deliver the goods, can't he? He makes the green ones act. Look at what he did with Ruby! Only it don't seem like actin' at all. She's just Ruby, in the same puckered waist, her hair mopped around her head in the same silly braid, and that same stary look in her big eyes. But it gets 'em strong. Packed every night!
I meets Nelson here only yesterday, and he was tellin' me. Comin' along some himself, Nelson is. He's opened an office and is biddin' for big jobs.
"I've just landed my first contract," says he.
"Good!" says I. "What's it for?"
"A fifty-foot, twenty-thousand-candle-power sign over the theater," says he, "with Ruby's name in it. She's signed up for another year, you know."
"Well, well!" says I. "Then it's all off with the heathen, eh?"
And Nelson he drifts up the street wearin' a grin.