The best part about it to Lavinia's fancy was the advertisement in the _Daily Post_ where she read "Ginnet by Miss Fenton." Ginnet was but a stage waiting maid and Lavinia had little to do and less to say.

"The Wits" ran but one night, quite as long as it was worth.
"You'll do pretty well," said Rich, "but I can't say more'n that.

My theatre shuts for the next three months.

When the season starts I'll find you summat else." "Three months!" exclaimed Lavinia ruefully.

"And what am I to do all that time, Mr.Rich ?" "That's your business, miss.