Larson put me wise to you that day in Dubuque, when that
big guy--'Rodney'--came up to see you. He was one of them, and the
fellow who put on the show in Chicago--what's his name?--Galbraith, was
the other. You tried to play them both and got left."
"That's what Olga Larson told you?" asked Rose.
"You bet it's what she told me," said Dolly. "It's about half what she
told me. And now you try to pull your high-and-mighty airs on me, just
because Charlie and I are in love and ain't married yet. We're going to
be. We're going into vaudeville as soon as this tour ends. He says the
managers don't object to vaudeville teams being married. But we've got
to wait till then, because theatrical managers won't have it. And yet
you're walking out on me because you're too superior...."
"I don't feel superior," said Rose. "I'm sorry, that's all."
"Yes, you hypocrite!" said Dolly. "Go on and walk out on me. I'm glad of
it."
Rose picked up her suit-case and the heap of clothes and left the room
without another word.
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