Stage Four, at 8:30, in your swellest evening stuff." At the door the Montague girl called to an approaching group who seemed to have heard by wireless or occult means the report of new activity in the casting office.

"Hurry, you troupers.

You can eat to-morrow night, maybe!" They hurried.

She turned to Merton Gill.

"Seems like old times," she observed.
"Does it ?" he replied coldly.