All Tinkletown looked upon the despised old "eating house" with a reverence that was not reluctant.
The manager, a busy and preoccupied person, who looked to be the lowliest hireling in the party, came to the Inn at noon and spread the news that the reserved seats were sold out and there was promise of a fine crowd.

Whereupon there was rejoicing among the All Star Cast, for the last legs of the enterprise were to be materially strengthened.
"We won't have to walk back home," announced Mr.Jackie Blake, that good-looking young chap who played Orlando.
"Glorious Shakespeare, thou art come to life again," said Ben Jefferson, a barn-stormer for fifty years.

"I was beginning to think you were a dead one." "And no one will seize our trunks for board," added Miss Marmaduke cheerfully.

She was a very pretty young woman and desperately in love with Mr.Orlando.
"If any one seized Orlando's trunks, I couldn't appear in public to-night," said Mr.Blake.

"Orlando possesses but one pair of trunks." "You might wear a mackintosh," suggested Mr.Booth.
"Or borrow trunks of the trees," added Mr.Irving.
"They're off," growled Mr.Jefferson, who hated the puns he did not make.
"Let's dazzle the town, Cora," said Jackie Blake; and before Tinkletown could take its second gasp for breath, the leading man and woman were slowly promenading the chief and only thoroughfare.
"By ginger! she's a purty one, ain't she ?" murmured Ed Higgins, sole clerk at Lamson's.