There's a girl, Eloise, in our bunch,
what does a SHOWY act on a horse what Barker calls Barbarian.
She goes on in my place sometimes-- and say, them rubes applauds
her as much as me, an' her stunts is baby tricks alongside o'
mine. It's enough to make you sick o' art." She shook her head
dolefully, then sat up with renewed interest.
"You see, mine is careful balancin' an' all that, an' you got ter
know your horse an' your ground for that. Now you get wise ter
what I'm a-tellin' yer, and don't you NEVER go into ANYTHIN' what
depends on ANYTHIN' else."
"Thank you, Polly, I won't." Douglas somehow felt that he was
very much indebted to her.
"I seen a church show once," Polly said suddenly.
"You did?" Douglas asked, with new interest.
"Yes," she answered, closing her lips and venturing no further
comment.
"Did you like it?" he questioned, after a pause.
"Couldn't make nothin' out of it--I don't care much for readin'."
"Oh, it isn't ALL reading," he corrected.
"Well, the guy I saw read all of his'n. He got the whole thing
right out of a book."
"Oh, that was only his text," laughed Douglas. "Text?"
"Yes. And later he tried to interpret to his congrega----"
"Easy! Easy!" she interrupted; "come again with that, will you?"
"He told them the meaning of what he read.
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