Part 26 (2/2)
He suddenly straightened up to attention as a big, fierce-looking man plunged in, nearly demolished the railing in pa.s.sage, and made for a door marked ”Private.”
”Any mail?” he shouted.
”No. Lady to see you, sir,” the boy replied.
Bambi rose to meet the foe, who never glanced at her. He jerked open the door, but he was not quick enough for the originator of the Jabberwock Jig. Her small foot was slid into the s.p.a.ce between the door and the threshold. It was at the risk of losing a valuable member, but she was so angry at being ignored that she never thought of it. When the gentleman found that the door would not close, he stuck his head out, and nearly kissed Bambi, whose smiling countenance happened to be in the way.
”Well?” he e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed.
”Quite well, thank you,” she replied as she slid in the crack. He looked her over.
”Where did you come from?” he demanded.
”I was out there when you swept the horizon with your eye, but you must have missed me. I didn't run up a flag.”
She was so little and so saucy that he had to smile.
”What do you want?” he asked directly.
”I want to talk with you, for about three minutes.”
”I don't engage people for the shows.”
”I don't want a job.”
”Well, what do you want? Talk fast. My time is precious.”
”I have here a very fine play, called 'Success,' which would be a good investment for you.”
”Who wrote it?”
”My husband.”
He glanced at her.
”I thought child marriage was prohibited in this state.”
She dimpled back at him, deliciously.
”It is modern, dramatic.”
”Comedy?”
”No.”
”Nothing else has much chance. Leave it, and I will read it.”
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