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130 “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.”

“When?”