Jack Fenn was very funny in his bear-skin costume, and he pawed and scraped as he ambled ludicrously about, and kept time to the music with mincing steps or sprawling strides.
This number was the hit of the evening, and Ray Rose had longed to perform it herself.

But her plan fell through, and in her pretty Pierrette costume she did a very pleasing song and dance, but her eyes rested longingly on Patty's frilly skirts.
The last number was a chariot race.

The chariots were of the low, backless variety, peculiar to circus performances, indeed they had been procured from a real circus.
Patty and Ethel Merritt drove two of these, and Bob Riggs and Jack Fenn the other two.
But there was no such mad race as is sometimes seen at the real circuses.

The two men drove faster, but Patty and Ethel were content to fall behind and bring up the rear.

In fact, it was in no sense of the word a race, but merely a picturesque drive of the gorgeous chariots by the gay drivers.
As Patty swept round the small arena for the last time, she beckoned to Ray Rose, who sat, a little disconsolately, near the edge of the stage platform.
"Get in!" Patty whispered, as she slowed down, and, obeying without question, Ray jumped from the stage, right into the chariot, which was large enough to hold both girls.
"Grab the reins with me!" Patty cried, and Ray did, and the final triumphant circuit was made with two laughing drivers holding the ribbons, to the deafening applause of the hilarious audience.
Bob Riggs, from his own chariot, pronounced the entertainment over, and then the performers and audience mingled in a gay crowd, dancing and feasting till the small hours.
"I'm sorry," said Ray, penitently, to Patty, as soon as she had a good chance.