HOPE'S PRIMROSE PATH "Well, we waited fifteen minutes for you," protested Amy, laughingly, "and Norma had to come down-town to try and find some high boots like Julia Marlowe wore for Rosalind.

She's had that old picture of her pinned up on the wall for two weeks." "Oh, and listen, Kit," Norma broke in; "you know that suede brown leather table cover of mine; I just took and slashed it around the edges and bent it over an old tam-o'-shanter crown and it looks exactly like the hat she wore.

You know I've been considering rather seriously.

Don't you really think that I'm peculiarly fitted for this sort of a career?
Of course I'd only play Shakespearian parts, although I'd love to be Joan of Arc like Maude Adams was at Harvard, or play the old Greek tragedies at that Stadium place, somewhere in California.

I've been studying Electra a little bit." "Have you ?" questioned Kit, kindly.