“How long will we be in Chicago?” Peggy asked.
“As long as they’ll keep us,” Peter answered with a wry smile. “Actually, we’re the Chicago company of Innocent Laughter, but we’re taking the long way around before we get there.”
“Is there another road company?”
“Oh, yes. It hasn’t been formed yet, though. They’ll play the Southwest and California and probably settle in Los Angeles.”
“How do we travel?”
Peter and Pam exchanged glances and grinned. “You name it,” Peter said. “We’ll be using every means of transportation known to man except the ox-cart.”
“Don’t be too sure.” Pam laughed. “We may use that yet.”
“True,” Peter admitted. “Bus, hired car, trains, of course, planes. Everything you can think of.”
“And hotel space?”
“That’s one of our headaches,” Pam said. “You see, moving a dozen people and three tons of theatrical scenery around the country on a split-second schedule is quite a chore.”