Me?
Oh, I'm having a bit of my own in this Acme piece--God's Great Outdoors, I think it is--anyway, I'm to be a little blonde hussy in the bar-room, sitting on the miners' knees and all like that, so they'll order more drinks.

It certainly takes all kinds of art to make an artist.

And next week I got some shipwreck stuff for Baxter, and me with bronchial pneumonia right this minute, and hating tank stuff, anyway.

Well, Countess, don't take any counterfeit money.

So long." She danced through a doorway and was gone--she was one who seldom descended to plain walking.