"There's a church of some kind here--I guess it's a Methodist.
They most generally are." "We'd have to split with them if we did," the show lady objected practically.

"Oh, we're stuck worse than when we was back there in the mud! We'd only have to pay five dollars for a six-months' theater license, which would let us give all the shows we wanted to.

It's a new law that I guess you didn't know anything about," she added kindly.

"You certainly wouldn't have insisted on us coming if you'd knew about the license." "It's a year, almost, since I was here," Casey admitted; "I been out prospecting." "Well, we can just work it fine! Can't we go somewhere and talk it over?
I've got a swell idea, Mister, if you'll just listen to it a minute, and it'll certainly be a godsend to us to be able to give our show.

We've got some crutches amongst our stage props, and some scar patches, Mister, that would certainly make you up fine as a cripple.