"Come!" called the leading lady quickly, in answer to the lank youth's footsteps, and before he had had time to knock. 

 "Ring?" asked the boy, stepping into the torrid little room. 

 The leading lady did not reply immediately. She swallowed something in her throat and pushed back the hair from her moist forehead again. The brown uniform repeated his question, a trifle irritably. Whereupon the leading lady spoke, desperately: 

 "Is there a woman around this place? I don't mean dining-room girls, or the person behind the cigar-counter." 

 Since falling heir to the brown uniform the lank youth had heard some strange requests. He had been interviewed by various ladies in varicolored kimonos relative to liquid refreshment, laundry and the cost of hiring a horse and rig for a couple of hours. One had even summoned him to ask if there was a Bible in the house. But this latest question was a new one. He stared, leaning against the door and thrusting one hand into the depths of his very tight breeches pocket. 

 "Why, there's Pearlie Schultz," he said at last, with a grin. 

 "Who's she?" The leading lady sat up expectantly. 

 "Steno." 

 The expectant figure drooped.  "Blonde? And Irish crochet collar with a black velvet bow on her chest?" 

 "Who? Pearlie? Naw. You mustn't get Pearlie mixed with the common or garden variety of stenos. Pearlie is fat, and she wears specs and she's got a double chin. Her hair is skimpy and she don't wear no rat. W'y no traveling man has ever tried to flirt with Pearlie yet. Pearlie's what you'd call a woman, all right. You wouldn't never make a mistake and think she'd escaped from the first row in the chorus." 

 The leading lady rose from the bed, reached out for her pocket-book, extracted a dime, and held it out to the bell-boy. 

 "Here. Will you ask her to come up here to me? Tell her I said please." 

 After he had gone she seated herself on the edge of the bed again, with a look in her eyes like that which you have seen in the eyes of a dog that is waiting for a door to be opened. 

 Fifteen minutes passed. The look in the eyes of the leading lady began to fade. Then a footstep sounded down the hall. The leading lady cocked her head to catch it, and smiled blissfully.  

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