I got some new patent paper I'll try out on these." "On the lot at two sharp to shoot Western stuff," repeated Merton with relish.
"Right--o!" assented Lowell, and returned to more prosaic studio art.
The day wore itself to a glad end.

The last exigent customer had gone, the curtains were up, the lights were out, and at five minutes past nine the released slave, meeting Tessie Kearns at her front door, escorted her with a high heart to the second show at the Bijou Palace.

They debated staying out until after the wretched comedy had been run, but later agreed that they should see this, as Tessie keenly wished to know why people laughed at such things.

The antics of the painfully cross-eyed man distressed them both, though the mental inferiors by whom they were surrounded laughed noisily.

Merton wondered how any producer could bring himself to debase so great an art, and Tessie wondered if she hadn't, in a way, been aiming over the public's head with her scenarios.