"Because he knew what he done, and he wasn't looking for
trouble! He wrote a notice--"
"One of the Portland papers, in c'menting on the show--" the dancer
resumed.
"Say, Julie, want to walk down to Kearney with me?" Miss Girard said,
jumping up. "I want to get my corsets, and we might drop in and see if
we can work Foster for some seats for to-night."
"I've got a date to-night," said Julia, with a glance at her mother.
"What's that?" Emeline said sharply.
"Why, Mama, I told you I was going to the Orpheum with the Rosenthals--"
"She's going with the whole bunch," Mrs. Page commented, with a shrug.
"I can't stand them, but she can!"
"I think Mark Rosenthal's a darling," some girl said, "I want to tell
you right now there's not anybody can play the piano as good as he can."
"That's right," Julia said, very low.
"Well, excuse me from the bunch!" Mrs. Page said lazily.
"But we've got a real pretty little blush, just the same!" Mrs. Tarbury
said, smiling at Julia. The girls shouted, and Julia grew still more
red. "Never mind, baby love!" said the older woman soothingly. "It's
just Aunt Min's nonsense! Say, but listen, Julia!" Her tone grew
suddenly intense.
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