“The people here are going to move as soon as their new building on Washington street is ready for them,” spoke the professor. “The place is not yet on the market, but the present occupants are anxious to transfer their lease.”
“Why,” remarked Frank, “the place does not strike me very favorably. It is narrow, it can’t be of very great depth and would not hold much of an audience.”
“Oh, well, I never thought seriously of it,” explained the professor. “There’s some kind of a warehouse at the rear goes with it. I just mentioned it because it is one of the only two places on the Common where there is the slightest chance of getting space.”
“And the other place?” questioned Frank, who was not at all impressed with the one just inspected.
Professor Barrington led the way for about a square. A double building used as a restaurant finally faced them. The depth was fair, it showed plenty of floor space, but, unfamiliar as he was with the city, Frank did not like the location. The structure suggested business rather than entertainment. It was out of the amusement belt.
“How do you like it?” questioned Professor Barrington, eagerly.
“To tell you the truth, it appears sort of lonely and isolated to me.”
“But look at the roominess!” urged the professor.
“That is something; but not everything,” replied Frank. “The place would have to be remodeled, and in constructing an attractive entrance and rounding the stage end so all of the audience can see the pictures, a good deal of room must be used up.”
“You must remember, Durham, that you might not find as large a space as that again on the Common within the next ten years. You see—”