"Well, we have. Tell me something about yourself."
"I'm an actress. No—not the kind you're thinking of, lunching at the Savoy covered with jewelry, and with their photograph in every paper saying how much they love Madame So and So's face cream. I've been on the boards since I was a kid of six—tumbling."
"I beg your pardon," I said puzzled.
"Haven't you seen child acrobats?"
"Oh, I understand."
"I'm American born, but I've spent most of my life in England. We got a new show now—"
"We?"
"My sister and I. Sort of song and dance, and a bit of patter, and a dash of the old business thrown in. It's quite a new idea, and it hits them every time. There's to be money in it—"
My new acquaintance leaned forward, and discoursed volubly, a great many of her terms being quite unintelligible to me. Yet I found myself evincing an increasing interest in her. She seemed such a curious mixture of child and woman.

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