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You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of -the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at -www.gutenberg.org. If you are not located in the United States, you'll have -to check the laws of the country where you are located before using this ebook. - -Title: Peggy Finds the Theatre - Peggy Lane Theater Stories, #1 - -Author: Virginia Hughes - -Illustrator: Sergio Leone - -Release Date: November 11, 2017 [EBook #55933] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: UTF-8 - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK PEGGY FINDS THE THEATRE *** - - - - -Produced by Stephen Hutcheson and the Online Distributed -Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net - - - - - - -</pre> - -<div class="img"> -<img class="cover" id="coverpage" src="images/cover.jpg" alt="Peggy Finds the Theater" width="500" height="740" /> -</div> -<div class="img" id="pic1"> -<img src="images/p3.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="632" /> -<p class="caption"><i>Randy was, as Peggy had suspected, a fine dancer</i></p> -</div> -<div class="box"> -<p class="center">PEGGY LANE THEATER STORIES</p> -<h1><i>Peggy Finds the Theatre</i></h1> -<p class="center">By VIRGINIA HUGHES</p> -<p class="center"><span class="small">Illustrated by <span class="sc">Sergio Leone</span></span></p> -<p class="tbcenter"><span class="small">GROSSET & DUNLAP</span> <span class="hst"><i>Publishers</i></span> -<br /><span class="smaller">NEW YORK</span></p> -</div> -<p class="center smaller">© GROSSET & DUNLAP, INC., 1962 -<br />ALL RIGHTS RESERVED</p> -<p class="center smaller">MANUFACTURED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA</p> -<h2>CONTENTS</h2> -<dl class="toc"> -<dt><span class="cn">1 </span><a href="#c1"><span class="sc">Dramatic Dialogue</span></a> 1</dt> -<dt><span class="cn">2 </span><a href="#c2"><span class="sc">Dramatic Decision</span></a> 9</dt> -<dt><span class="cn">3 </span><a href="#c3"><span class="sc">In the Wings</span></a> 20</dt> -<dt><span class="cn">4 </span><a href="#c4"><span class="sc">Two Auditions</span></a> 33</dt> -<dt><span class="cn">5 </span><a href="#c5"><span class="sc">Starting a New Role</span></a> 46</dt> -<dt><span class="cn">6 </span><a href="#c6"><span class="sc">Cast of Characters</span></a> 57</dt> -<dt><span class="cn">7 </span><a href="#c7"><span class="sc">The Biggest Stage</span></a> 69</dt> -<dt><span class="cn">8 </span><a href="#c8"><span class="sc">First Act</span></a> 77</dt> -<dt><span class="cn">9 </span><a href="#c9"><span class="sc">Theater Party</span></a> 89</dt> -<dt><span class="cn">10 </span><a href="#c10"><span class="sc">Peggy Produces a Plot</span></a> 102</dt> -<dt><span class="cn">11 </span><a href="#c11"><span class="sc">Rehearsals</span></a> 110</dt> -<dt><span class="cn">12 </span><a href="#c12"><span class="sc">Intermission</span></a> 119</dt> -<dt><span class="cn">13 </span><a href="#c13"><span class="sc">The Hidden City</span></a> 127</dt> -<dt><span class="cn">14 </span><a href="#c14"><span class="sc">The Hidden Theater</span></a> 135</dt> -<dt><span class="cn">15 </span><a href="#c15"><span class="sc">The Stage Door</span></a> 145</dt> -<dt><span class="cn">16 </span><a href="#c16"><span class="sc">Understudies for Danger</span></a> 154</dt> -<dt><span class="cn">17 </span><a href="#c17"><span class="sc">Backstage Fright</span></a> 160</dt> -<dt><span class="cn">18 </span><a href="#c18"><span class="sc">Forecast—Fair!</span></a> 171</dt> -</dl> -<div class="pb" id="Page_1">1</div> -<p class="center">PEGGY FINDS THE THEATER</p> -<h2 id="c1"><span class="h2line1">I</span> -<br /><span class="h2line2"><i>Dramatic Dialogue</i></span></h2> -<p>“Of course, this is no surprise to us,” Thomas Lane -said to his daughter Peggy, who perched tensely on -the edge of a kitchen stool. “We could hardly have -helped knowing that you’ve wanted to be an actress -since you were out of your cradle. It’s just that decisions -like this can’t be made quickly.”</p> -<p>“But, Dad!” Peggy almost wailed. “You just finished -saying yourself that I’ve been thinking about -this and wanting it for years! You can’t follow that by -calling it a quick decision!” She turned to her mother, -her hazel eyes flashing under a mass of dark chestnut -curls. “Mother, you understand, don’t you?”</p> -<p>Mrs. Lane smiled gently and placed her soft white -hand on her daughter’s lean brown one. “Of course -I understand, Margaret, and so does your father. We -both want to do what’s best for you, not to stand in -your way. The only question is whether the time is -right, or if you should wait longer.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_2">2</div> -<p>“Wait! Mother—Dad—I’m years behind already! -The theater is full of beginners a year and even two -years younger than I am, and girls of my age have -lots of acting credits already. Besides, what is there to -wait for?”</p> -<p>Peggy’s father put down his coffee cup and leaned -back in the kitchen chair until it tilted on two legs -against the wall behind him. He took his time before -answering. When he finally spoke, his voice was -warm and slow.</p> -<p>“Peg, I don’t want to hold up your career. I don’t -have any objections to your wanting to act. I think—judging -from the plays I’ve seen you in at high -school and college—that you have a real talent. But -I thought that if you would go on with college for -three more years and get your degree, you would -gain so much worth-while knowledge that you’d use -and enjoy for the rest of your life—”</p> -<p>“But not acting knowledge!” Peggy cried.</p> -<p>“There’s more to life than that,” her father put in. -“There’s history and literature and foreign languages -and mathematics and sciences and music and art -and philosophy and a lot more—all of them fascinating -and all important.”</p> -<p>“None of them is as fascinating as acting to me,” -Peggy replied, “and none of them is nearly as important -to my life.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_3">3</div> -<p>Mrs. Lane nodded. “Of course, dear. I know just -how you feel about it,” she said. “I would have answered -just the same way when I was your age, except -that for me it was singing instead of acting. But—” and -here her pleasant face betrayed a trace of -sadness—“but I was never able to be a singer. I guess -I wasn’t quite good enough or else I didn’t really -want it hard enough—to go on with all the study and -practice it needed.”</p> -<p>She paused and looked thoughtfully at her daughter’s -intense expression, then took a deep breath before -going on.</p> -<p>“What you must realize, Margaret, is that you may -not quite make the grade. We think you’re wonderful, -but the theater is full of young girls whose parents -thought they were the most talented things -alive; girls who won all kinds of applause in high-school -and college plays; girls who have everything -except luck. You may be one of these girls, and if you -are, we want you to be prepared for it. We want you -to have something to fall back on, just in case -you ever need it.”</p> -<p>Mr. Lane, seeing Peggy’s hurt look, was quick to -step in with reassurance. “We don’t think you’re going -to fail, Peg. We have every confidence in you and -your talents. I don’t see how you could miss being the -biggest success ever—but I’m your father, not a -Broadway critic or a play producer, and I could be -wrong. And if I am wrong, I don’t want you to be -hurt. All I ask is that you finish college and get a -teacher’s certificate so that you can always find -useful work if you have to. Then you can try your -luck in the theater. Doesn’t that make sense?”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_4">4</div> -<p>Peggy stared at the faded linoleum on the floor for -a few moments before answering. Then, looking first -at her mother and then at her father, she replied -firmly, “No, it doesn’t! It might make sense if we -were talking about anything else but acting, but -we’re not. If I’m ever going to try, I’ll have a better -chance now than I will in three years. But I can see -your point of view, Dad, and I’ll tell you what—I’ll -make a bargain with you.”</p> -<p>“What sort of bargain, Peg?” her father asked curiously.</p> -<p>“If you let me go to New York now, and if I can get -into a good drama school there, I’ll study and try to -find acting jobs at the same time. That way I’ll still be -going to school and I’ll be giving myself a chance. -And if I’m not started in a career in one year, I’ll go -back to college and get my teacher’s certificate before -I try the theater again. How does that sound to -you?”</p> -<p>“It sounds fair enough,” Tom Lane admitted, “but -are you so confident that you’ll see results in one -year? After all, some of our top stars worked many -times that long before getting any recognition.”</p> -<p>“I don’t expect recognition in one year, Dad,” -Peggy said. “I’m not that conceited or that silly. All -I hope is that I’ll be able to get a part in that time, -and maybe be able to make a living out of acting. -And that’s probably asking too much. If I have to, -I’ll make a living at something else, maybe working -in an office or something, while I wait for parts. What -I want to prove in this year is that I can act. If I can’t, -I’ll come home.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_5">5</div> -<p>“It seems to me, Tom, that Margaret has a pretty -good idea of what she’s doing,” Mrs. Lane said. “She -sounds sensible and practical. If she were all starry-eyed -and expected to see her name in lights in a few -weeks, I’d vote against her going, but I’m beginning -to think that maybe she’s right about this being the -best time.”</p> -<p>“Oh, Mother!” Peggy shouted, jumping down from -the stool and throwing her arms about her mother’s -neck. “I knew you’d understand! And you understand -too, don’t you, Dad?” she appealed.</p> -<p>Her father replied in little puffs as he drew on his -pipe to get it started. “I ... never said ... I didn’t -... understand you ... did I?” His pipe satisfactorily -sending up thick clouds of fragrant smoke, he -took it out of his mouth before continuing more -evenly.</p> -<p>“Peg, your mother and I are cautious only because -we love you so much and want what’s going to make -you happy. At the same time, we want to spare you -any unnecessary unhappiness along the way. Remember, -I’m not a complete stranger to show business. -Before I came out here to Rockport to edit the <i>Eagle</i>, -I worked as a reporter on one of the best papers in -New York. I saw a lot ... I met a lot of actors and -actresses ... and I know how hard the city often -was for them. But I don’t want to protect you from -life. That’s no good either. Just let me think about it -a little longer and let me talk to your mother some -more.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_6">6</div> -<p>Mrs. Lane patted Peggy’s arm and said, “We won’t -keep you in suspense long, dear. Why don’t you go -out for a walk for a while and let us go over the situation -quietly? We’ll decide before bedtime.”</p> -<p>Peggy nodded silently and walked to the kitchen -door, where she paused to say, “I’m just going out to -the barn to see if Socks is all right for the night. Then -maybe I’ll go down to Jean’s for a while.”</p> -<p>As she stepped out into the soft summer dusk she -turned to look back just in time to see her mother -throw her a comically exaggerated wink of assurance. -Feeling much better, Peggy shut the screen door behind -her and started for the barn.</p> -<p>Ever since she had been a little girl, the barn had -been Peggy’s favorite place to go to be by herself and -think. Its musty but clean scent of straw and horses -and leather made her feel calm and alive. Breathing -in its odor gratefully, she walked into the half-dark to -Socks’s stall. As the little bay horse heard her coming, -she stamped one foot and softly whinnied a greeting. -Peggy stopped first at the bag that hung on the wall -among the bridles and halters and took out a lump of -sugar as a present. Then, after stroking Socks’s silky -nose, she held out her palm with the sugar cube. -Socks took it eagerly and pushed her nose against -Peggy’s hand in appreciation.</p> -<p>As Peggy mixed some oats and barley for her pet -and checked to see that there was enough straw in -the stall, she thought about her life in Rockport and -the new life that she might soon be going to.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_7">7</div> -<p>Rockport, Wisconsin, was a fine place, as pretty a -small town as any girl could ask to grow up in. And -not too small, either, Peggy thought. Its 16,500 people -supported good schools, an excellent library, and two -good movie houses. What’s more, the Rockport Community -College attracted theater groups and concert -artists, so that life in the town had always been stimulating. -And of course, all of this was in addition to the -usual growing-up pleasures of swimming and sailing, -movie dates, and formal dances—everything that a -girl could want.</p> -<p>Peggy had lived all her life here, knew every tree-shaded -street, every country road, field, lake, and -stream. All of her friends were here, friends she had -known since her earliest baby days. It would be hard -to leave them, she knew, but there was no doubt in -her mind that she was going to do so. If not now, then -as soon as she possibly could.</p> -<p>It was not any dissatisfaction with her life, her -friends, or her home that made Peggy want to leave -Rockport. She was not running away from anything, -she reminded herself; she was running <i>to</i> something.</p> -<p>To what? To the bright lights, speeding taxis, glittering -towers of a make-believe movie-set New York? -Would it really be like that? Or would it be something -different, something like the dreary side-street -world of failure and defeat that she had also seen in -movies?</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_8">8</div> -<p>Seeing the image of herself hungry and tired, going -from office to office looking for a part in a play, -Peggy suddenly laughed aloud and brought herself -back to reality, to the warm barn smell and the big, -soft-eyed gaze of Socks. She threw her arm around -the smooth bay neck and laid her face next to the -horse’s cheek.</p> -<p>“Socks,” she murmured, “I need some of your horse -sense if I’m going to go out on my own! We’ll go -for a fast run in the morning and see if some fresh air -won’t clear my silly mind!”</p> -<p>With a final pat, she left the stall and the barn behind, -stepping out into the deepening dusk. It was -still too early to go back to the house to see if her parents -had reached a decision about her future. Fighting -down an impulse to rush right into the kitchen to -see how they were coming along, Peggy continued -down the driveway and turned left on the slate sidewalk -past the front porch of her family’s old farmhouse -and down the street toward Jean Wilson’s -house at the end of the block.</p> -<p>As she walked by her own home, she noticed with -a familiar tug at her heart how the lilac bushes on -the front lawn broke up the light from the windows -behind them into a pattern of leafy lace. For a moment, -or maybe a little more, she wondered why she -wanted to leave this. What for? What could ever be -better?</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_9">9</div> -<h2 id="c2"><span class="h2line1">II</span> -<br /><span class="h2line2"><i>Dramatic Decision</i></span></h2> -<p>Upstairs at the Wilsons’, Peggy found Jean swathed -in bath towels, washing her long, straight red hair, -which was now white with lather and piled up in a -high, soapy knot.</p> -<p>“You just washed it yesterday!” Peggy said. “Are -you doing it again—or still?”</p> -<p>Jean grinned, her eyes shut tight against the soapsuds. -“Again, I’m afraid,” she answered. “Maybe it’s -a nervous habit!”</p> -<p>“It’s a wonder you’re not bald, with all the rubbing -you give your hair,” Peggy said with a laugh.</p> -<p>“Well, if I do go bald, at least it will be with a -clean scalp!” Jean answered with a humorous crinkle -of her freckled nose. Taking a deep breath and puffing -out her cheeks comically, she plunged her head -into the basin and rinsed off the soap with a shampoo -hose. When she came up at last, dripping-wet -hair was tightly plastered to the back of her head.</p> -<p>“There!” she announced. “Don’t I look beautiful?”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_10">10</div> -<p>After a brisk rubdown with one towel, Jean rolled -another dry towel around her head like an Indian -turban. Then, having wrapped herself in an ancient, -tattered, plaid bathrobe, she led Peggy out of the -steamy room and into her cozy, if somewhat cluttered, -bedroom. When they had made themselves -comfortable on the pillow-strewn daybeds, Jean came -straight to the point.</p> -<p>“So the grand debate is still going on, is it? When -do you think they’ll make up their minds?” she asked.</p> -<p>“How do you know they haven’t decided anything -yet?” Peggy said, in a puzzled tone.</p> -<p>“Oh, that didn’t take much deduction, my dear -Watson,” Jean laughed. “If they had decided against -the New York trip, your face would be as long as -Socks’s nose, and it’s not half that long. And if the answer -was yes, I wouldn’t have to wait to hear about it! -You would have been flying around the room and -talking a mile a minute. So I figured that nothing was -decided yet.”</p> -<p>“You know, if I were as smart as you,” Peggy said -thoughtfully, “I would have figured out a way to convince -Mother and Dad by now.”</p> -<p>“Oh, don’t feel bad about being dumb,” Jean said in -mock tones of comfort. “If I were as pretty and talented -as you are, I wouldn’t need brains, either!” -With a hoot of laughter, she rolled quickly aside on -the couch to avoid the pillow that Peggy threw at -her.</p> -<p>A short, breathless pillow fight followed, leaving -the girls limp with laughter and with Jean having to -retie her towel turban. From her new position, flat on -the floor, Peggy looked up at her friend with a rueful -smile.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_11">11</div> -<p>“You know, I sometimes think that we haven’t -grown up at all!” she said. “I can hardly blame my -parents for thinking twice—and a lot more—before -treating me like an adult.”</p> -<p>“Nonsense!” Jean replied firmly. “Your parents -know a lot better than to confuse being stuffy with -being grown-up and responsible. And, besides, I -know that they’re not the least bit worried about your -being able to take care of yourself. I heard them talking -with my folks last night, and they haven’t got a -doubt in the world about you. But they know how -hard it can be to get a start as an actress, and they -want to be sure that you have a profession in case -you don’t get a break in show business.”</p> -<p>“I know,” Peggy answered. “We had a long talk -about it this evening after dinner.” Then she told her -friend about the conversation and her proposed “bargain” -with her parents.</p> -<p>“They both seemed to think it was fair,” she concluded, -“and when I went out, they were talking it -over. They promised me an answer by bedtime, and -I’m over here waiting until the jury comes in with its -decision. You know,” she said suddenly, sitting up -on the floor and crossing her legs under her, “I bet -they wouldn’t hesitate a minute if you would only -change your mind and decide to come with me and -try it too!”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_12">12</div> -<p>After a moment’s thoughtful silence, Jean answered -slowly, “No, Peg. I’ve thought this all out before, -and I know it would be as wrong for me as it is -right for you. I know we had a lot of fun in the dramatic -groups, and I guess I was pretty good as a -comedienne in a couple of the plays, but I know I -haven’t got the real professional thing—and I know -that you have. In fact, the only professional talent I -think I do have for the theater is the ability to recognize -talent when I see it—and to recognize that it’s -not there when it isn’t!”</p> -<p>“But, Jean,” Peggy protested, “you can handle -comedy and character lines as well as anyone I -know!”</p> -<p>Jean nodded, accepting the compliment and seeming -at the same time to brush it off. “That doesn’t -matter. You know even better than I that there’s a lot -more to being an actress—a successful one—than -reading lines well. There’s the ability to make the -audience sit up and notice you the minute you walk -on, whether you have lines or not. And that’s something -you can’t learn; you either have it, or you -don’t. It’s like being double-jointed. I can make an -audience laugh when I have good lines, but you can -make them look at you and respond to you and be -with you all the way, even with bad lines. That’s -why you’re going to go to New York and be an actress. -And that’s why I’m not.”</p> -<p>“But, Jean—” Peggy began.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_13">13</div> -<p>“No buts!” Jean cut in. “We’ve talked about this -enough before, and I’m not going to change my -mind. I’m as sure about what I want as you are about -what you want. I’m going to finish college and get my -certificate as an English teacher.”</p> -<p>“And what about acting? Can you get it out of -your mind as easily as all that?” Peggy asked.</p> -<p>“That’s the dark and devious part of my plan,” -Jean answered with a mysterious laugh that ended in -a comic witch’s cackle and an unconvincing witch-look -that was completely out of place on her round, -freckled face. “Once I get into a high school as an -English teacher, I’m going to try to teach a special -course in the literature of the theater and maybe another -one in stagecraft. I’m going to work with the -high-school drama group and put on plays. That way, -I’ll be in a spot where I can use my special talent of -recognizing talent. And that way,” she added, becoming -much more serious, “I have a chance really to -do something for the theater. If I can help and encourage -one or two people with real talent like yours, -then I’ll feel that I’ve really done something worth -while.”</p> -<p>Peggy nodded silently, not trusting herself to -speak for fear of saying something foolishly sentimental, -or even of crying. Her friend’s earnestness about -the importance of her work and her faith in Peggy’s -talent had touched her more than she could say.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_14">14</div> -<p>The silence lasted what seemed a terribly long -time, until Jean broke it by suddenly jumping up and -flinging a last pillow which she had been hiding behind -her back. Running out of the bedroom, she -called, “Come on! I’ll race you down to the kitchen -for cocoa! By the time we’re finished, it’ll be about -time for your big Hour of Decision scene!”</p> -<p class="tb">It was nearly ten o’clock when Peggy finally felt -that her parents had had enough time to talk things -out. Leaving the Wilson house, she walked slowly -despite her eagerness, trying in all fairness to give her -mother and father every minute she could. Reaching -her home, she cut across the lawn behind the lilac -bushes, to the steps up to the broad porch that -fronted the house. As she climbed the steps, she -heard her father’s voice raised a little above its normal -soft, deep tone, but she could not make out the -words.</p> -<p>Crossing the porch, she caught sight of him -through the window. He was speaking on the telephone, -and now she caught his words.</p> -<p>“Fine. Yes.... Yes—I think we can. Very -well, day after tomorrow, then. That’s right—all -three of us. And, May—it’ll be good to see you again, -after all these years! Good-by.”</p> -<p>As Peggy entered the room, her father put down -the phone and turned to Mrs. Lane. “Well, Betty,” -he said, “it’s all set.”</p> -<p>“What’s all set, Dad?” Peggy said, breaking into a -run to her father’s side.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_15">15</div> -<p>“Everything’s all set, Peg,” her father said with a -grin. “And it’s set just the way you wanted it! There’s -not a man in the world who can hold out against -two determined women.” He leaned back against the -fireplace mantel, waiting for the explosion he felt -sure was to follow his announcement. But Peggy just -stood, hardly moving a muscle. Then she walked -carefully, as if she were on the deck of a rolling ship, -to the big easy chair and slowly sat down.</p> -<p>“Well, for goodness’ sake!” her mother cried. -“Where’s the enthusiasm?”</p> -<p>Peggy swallowed hard before answering. When -her voice came, it sounded strange, about two tones -higher than usual. “I ... I’m trying to be sedate ... and -poised ... and very grown-up,” she said. -“But it’s not easy. All I want to do is to—” and she -jumped out of the chair—“to yell <i>whoopee</i>!” She -yelled at the top of her lungs.</p> -<p>After the kisses, the hugs, and the first excitement, -Peggy and her parents adjourned to the kitchen, the -favorite household conference room, for cookies and -milk and more talk.</p> -<p>“Now, tell me, Dad,” Peggy asked, her mouth full -of oatmeal cookies, no longer “sedate” or “poised,” -but her natural, bubbling self. “Who was that on the -phone, and where are the three of us going, and -what’s all set?”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_16">16</div> -<p>“One thing at a time,” her father said. “To begin -with, we decided almost as soon as you left that we -were going to let you go to New York to try a year’s -experience in the theater. But then we had to decide -just where you would live, and where you should -study, and how much money you would need, and a -whole lot of other things. So I called New York to talk -to an old friend of mine who I felt would be able to -give us some help. Her name is May Berriman, and -she’s spent all her life in the theater. In fact, she was -a very successful actress. Now she’s been retired for -some years, but I thought she might give us some -good advice.”</p> -<p>“And did she?” Peggy asked.</p> -<p>“We were luckier than I would have thought possible,” -Mrs. Lane put in. “It seems that May bought a -big, old-fashioned town house and converted it into -a rooming house especially for young actresses. She -always wanted a house of her own with a garden in -back, but felt it was foolish for a woman living alone. -This way, she can afford to run a big place and at -the same time not be alone. And best of all, she says -she has a room that you can have!”</p> -<p>“Oh, Mother! It sounds wonderful!” Peggy exulted. -“I’ll be with other girls my own age who are actresses, -and living with an experienced actress! I’ll bet she -can teach me loads!”</p> -<p>“I’m sure she can,” her father said. “And so can -the New York Dramatic Academy.”</p> -<p>“Dad!” Peggy shouted, almost choking on a cooky. -“Don’t tell me you’ve managed to get me accepted -there! That’s the best dramatic school in the country! -How—?”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_17">17</div> -<p>“Don’t get too excited, Peg,” Mr. Lane interrupted. -“You’re not accepted anywhere yet, but May -Berriman told me that the Academy is the best place -to study acting, and she said she would set up an -audition for you in two days. The term starts in a -couple of weeks, so there isn’t much time to lose.”</p> -<p>“Two days! Do you mean we’ll be going to New -York day after tomorrow, just like that?”</p> -<p>“Oh, no,” her mother answered calmly. “We’re going -to New York tomorrow on the first plane that we -can get seats on. Your father doesn’t believe in wasting -time, once his mind is made up.”</p> -<p>“Tomorrow?” Peggy repeated, almost unable to believe -what she had heard. “What are we sitting here -talking for, then? I’ve got a million things to do! I’ve -got to get packed ... I’ve got to think of what to -read for the audition! I can study on the plane, I -guess, but ... oh! I’ll be terrible in a reading unless -I can have more time! Oh, Mother, what parts -will I do? Where’s the Shakespeare? Where’s—”</p> -<p>“Whoa!” Mr. Lane said, catching Peggy’s arm to -prevent her from rushing out of the kitchen. “Not -now, young lady! We’ll pack in the morning, talk -about what you should read, and take an afternoon -plane to New York. But tonight, you’d better think -of nothing more than getting to bed. This is going to -be a busy time for all of us.”</p> -<p>Reluctantly, Peggy agreed, recognizing the sense -of what her father said. She finished her milk and -cookies, kissed her parents good night and went upstairs -to bed.</p> -<p>But it was one thing to go to bed and another to -go to sleep.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_18">18</div> -<p>Peggy lay on her back, staring at the ceiling and -the patterns of light and shade cast by the street -lamp outside as it shone through the leaves of the big -maple tree. As she watched the shifting shadows, -she reviewed the roles she had played since her first -time in a high-school play. Which should she refresh -herself on? Which ones would she do best? And -which ones were most suited to her now? She recognized -that she had grown and developed past some -of the roles which had once seemed perfectly suited -to her talent and her appearance. But both had -changed. She was certainly not a mature actress -yet, from any point of view, but neither was she a -schoolgirl. Her trim figure was well formed; her face -had lost the undefined, simple cuteness of the early -teens, and had gained character. She didn’t think she -should read a young romantic part like Juliet. Not -that she couldn’t do it, but perhaps something -sharper was called for.</p> -<p>Perhaps Viola in <i>Twelfth Night</i>? Or perhaps not -Shakespeare at all. Maybe the people at the Academy -would think she was too arty or too pretentious? -Maybe she should do something dramatic and full of -stormy emotion, like Blanche in <i>A Streetcar Named -Desire</i>? Or, better for her development and age, a -light, brittle, comedy role...?</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_19">19</div> -<p>Nothing seemed quite right. Peggy’s thoughts -shifted with the shadows overhead. All the plays she -had ever seen or read or acted in melted together in -a blur, until the characters from one seemed to be -talking with the characters from another and moving -about in an enormous set made of pieces from two or -three different plays. More actors kept coming on in -a fantastic assortment of costumes until the stage was -full. Then the stage lights dimmed, the actors joined -hands across the stage to bow, the curtain slowly -descended, the lights went out—and Peggy was fast -asleep.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_20">20</div> -<h2 id="c3"><span class="h2line1">III</span> -<br /><span class="h2line2"><i>In the Wings</i></span></h2> -<p>When Peggy awoke in the early-morning sunshine -that slanted into her room, it was not yet six -o’clock. She reached over to shut off the alarm so that -it would not ring at seven, the time she had decided -to get up for her big day.</p> -<p>“People say that actors live in a dream world,” -Peggy thought with a smile. “Maybe that’s why I -seem to want so little sleep. I get enough of dreams -when I’m supposed to be wide awake!”</p> -<p>Recognizing that it would be useless to try to doze -off again, she quickly slipped out of bed and quietly -set about her morning routine of washing and dressing. -The extra time gained by her early awakening -would give her an opportunity to select her reading -for the Academy, Peggy told herself as she stepped -into the shower. But first things first; before she could -think about the reading she would need a clear -mind, and that meant that all the many details of -packing and dressing must be taken care of. As she -wrapped herself in an oversized bath towel, Peggy -was already mentally choosing her clothes.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_21">21</div> -<p>An hour and a half later, when Mr. and Mrs. Lane -came downstairs for breakfast, they discovered -Peggy, dressed and ready for the trip, sitting surrounded -by books at the big desk in the “library” -end of the living room. Her suitcase stood fully -packed in the front hall, a large traveling purse leaning -next to it like a puppy sleeping by its mother.</p> -<p>“My goodness!” Mrs. Lane said. “What did you do, -stay up all night? Why, you’re ready to board the -plane this very minute!”</p> -<p>“Not quite, Mother,” Peggy answered with a smile. -“I still haven’t settled on what to read tomorrow, -and I want to do that before I go. Otherwise I’ll be -carting so many books with me to New York that -we’ll have to pay a fortune in extra-baggage charges!”</p> -<p>“Oh, I’m not worried about you,” her mother said. -“You’ll have your mind made up and your part -memorized before we even leave, if I remember the -way you go at things! Now you can just put the books -away until after breakfast, because I’m going to need -some help in the kitchen.”</p> -<p>As Peggy stood up, her mother looked approvingly -at the costume she had chosen for the flight. It was a -smart beige suit with a short jacket that was well cut -to accent Peggy’s trim figure, and its tawny color was -the perfect complement for her even summer tan -and her dark chestnut hair. A simple pearl choker -and a pair of tiny pearl earrings provided just the -right amount of contrast.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_22">22</div> -<p>“Is it all right?” Peggy asked. Noting her mother’s -admiring nod, she added, “I packed my gray silk -suit and two dresses—the green print and the blue -dress-up, in case we go someplace. I mean someplace -dressy, for dinner or something. And I have the right -shoes packed, too, and stockings and blouses and -toothbrush and everything,” she added, anticipating -her mother’s questions.</p> -<p>Mrs. Lane smiled and sighed. “Well, I suppose -there’s no use my pretending that you’re not all -grown up and able to take care of yourself! You pass -inspection with flying colors! Now, let’s get that -jacket off and get an apron on—we have some work -to do!”</p> -<p>Peggy and her mother went into the kitchen to -prepare what Mr. Lane always called his “traveling -breakfast,” a huge repast of wheat cakes, eggs, sausages -and coffee, with plenty of orange juice to start, -maple syrup to soak the wheat cakes in, and more -coffee to finish up on. While breakfast was cooking, -Mr. Lane was on the phone, confirming their plane -reservations and, when this was done, arranging for -hotel rooms in New York. The last phone call was finished -barely a minute before the first steaming stack -of wheat cakes was set on the kitchen table.</p> -<p>“Well,” he said, sitting down to look with satisfaction -at his plate, “everything’s under control. We -leave at two this afternoon, which should have us in -New York by five. That gives us plenty of time. We’ll -leave the house about one.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_23">23</div> -<p>“Plenty of time!” Peggy wailed. “What about my -reading? I’ve got to get started right away!” She gave -a fairly convincing performance of someone who -must get started right away, except for the fact that -she showed not the least sign of moving until she had -finished her breakfast.</p> -<p>During the meal, the talk was all of reservations, -changing planes at Chicago, what kind of rooms they -would have at the hotel, and all the many little details -of a trip, but Peggy hardly heard. She was still -sorting out plays and roles in her mind and trying to -make a decision.</p> -<p>By the second cup of coffee, her decision was -made. “I’ve got it!” she announced in triumph and -relief. “I’ll prepare three short readings instead of -one long one! That’ll give them a chance to see the -kinds of things I can do, and if I’m bad in one, I’ll -have two more chances!”</p> -<p>“Makes sense,” her father agreed. “What three -parts do you think you’ll try?”</p> -<p>“I’m not completely sure,” Peggy said, “but at -least I know what kinds of parts they’ll be, and that -will make the job easier. One of them will surely -be Viola in <i>Twelfth Night</i> because I’ve done it, and -I’ve always felt that it was me, and besides, it’s -Shakespeare, and I think I ought to have one Shakespeare -anyway.”</p> -<p>“That’s a good choice,” Mrs. Lane said. “Now I -think you’d better pick out one that’s more dramatic -and another that’s something of a comedy or -a character part, don’t you?”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_24">24</div> -<p>“Exactly what I had in mind,” Peggy answered. -“It shouldn’t be too hard to select, now that I know -what I’m looking for.”</p> -<p>But it wasn’t easy, either. Peggy spent the whole -morning carefully looking over her collection of play -scripts. Every time she thought she had the right -role, she found there was no single scene that seemed -to be right for a short reading. There was no trouble -over Viola, because Shakespeare always wrote good -scenes and speeches, and because there was no need -to sketch in what had led up to the scene in the play, -since everyone was sure to be perfectly familiar with -it. But everything else seemed to be a problem. It was -not until her parents were all packed and there was -only half an hour before leaving, that she finally made -up her mind.</p> -<p>For the comedy reading, she determined to do Sabina -in the first scene of <i>Skin of our Teeth</i>, which had -much more to it than simple comedy. The business of -Sabina’s stepping out of character to talk directly to -the audience as a disgusted actress criticizing the -play and its author gave added dimension to the -reading. For her dramatic role, Peggy chose the part -of Miriamne in the last scene of <i>Winterset</i>, a hauntingly -beautiful tragedy. She selected this, she explained -to her parents as they drove to the airport, -because it was one of the few dramatic, poetic parts -written for a girl of her own age, and she felt that she -could identify with the character. Then, book in -hand, she started to study.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_25">25</div> -<div class="img" id="pic2"> -<img src="images/p4.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="659" /> -<p class="caption"><i>They waited for the passenger call</i></p> -</div> -<div class="pb" id="Page_26">26</div> -<p>Peggy continued to read all through the arrival at -the airport, the business of checking in and loading -baggage. They waited for the passenger call, then -walked up the steps into the plane. When she was -settled in her seat by the window, she lowered her -book and turned, wide-eyed, to her mother.</p> -<p>“Do you know,” she said in slow, awed tones, “that -this is my first time on an airplane, and I’m just sitting -here reading?” She closed the book on her lap. -“That’s just going to wait for a while, until I see -what’s going on!”</p> -<p>Looking out the oval window, she saw the steep -steps being wheeled away from the plane. A red fuel -truck drove under the wing and sped across the wide -concrete runway. Then the plane’s engines whirled, -coughed once and started, and the plane lumbered -down the runway slowly. Reaching the end, it deliberately -turned, stopped for a moment, then suddenly -gathered up strength, leaped forward and sped into -the wind. Peggy watched, fascinated, as the ground -dropped away and the shadow of wings below grew -smaller and smaller as the plane rose. She watched -until the tiny farms, winding ribbons of highway, and -gleaming rivers disappeared beneath a puffy layer of -cloud. Then she looked back to her mother.</p> -<p>“Well,” she said, “it looks as if my new career is -off to a flying start! Now I’d better study these plays, -or I’m in for an unhappy landing.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_27">27</div> -<p>Reluctantly tearing her eyes from the fantastic -cloud formations that floated past, Peggy once more -opened her book and was soon deep into the even -more fantastic world of Thornton Wilder’s <i>Skin of -Our Teeth</i>.</p> -<p>The quick flight to Chicago, the change of planes, -the landing and take-off, scarcely attracted her notice, -and the three hours flew by at faster than air -speed. Peggy had finished reading and marking Sabina’s -role, and was deep into Miriamne’s when her -mother interrupted her.</p> -<p>“They want us to fasten our seat belts again,” she -said. “We’re coming into New York now.”</p> -<p>This time Peggy noticed! Spread below her, stretching -out as if it would never end, was the maze of -streets and avenues, rivers and islands, towers and -bridges, that was the city of New York. The late afternoon -sun touched the windows of skyscrapers with -fire, gilded the steelwork of the bridges, cast deep, -black shadows into the streets and over the rooftops -of low buildings. Giant liners stood tied at docks; -others steamed sedately up or down the river, pushed -or pulled by tiny tugs. Even from their soaring height -above the scene, New York refused to look small or -toylike. It stubbornly looked only like the thing it was—the -busiest, tallest, most exciting city in the world!</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_28">28</div> -<p>Turning in a great, slow arc, the plane descended -until it was skimming only a few feet above the -waters of a broad bay. Peggy wondered if they had -flown in on a seaplane, and if they were to land in -the water and have to take a boat to shore, but even -as the thought occurred to her, the rocky shoreline -suddenly appeared beneath her, and the plane swiftly -settled down on the long, concrete runway of New -York’s LaGuardia Airport.</p> -<p>It was the rush hour, and parkways and streets -were jammed with homebound cars, but their cab -driver knew his way around back streets, and turned -and twisted around one corner after another until -Peggy lost all sense of direction. Her father, though, -seemed to know exactly where they were at all times, -and kept pointing out buildings and parks and -bridges to Peggy and her mother, telling the name of -each and how it figured in his memory. People, -trucks, cars, buses, cabs, motor scooters and little foreign -autos filled the streets. Mr. Lane called out the -names of famous avenues as they came to and -crossed them: Park Avenue ... Madison Avenue -... Fifth Avenue....</p> -<p>The taxi passed by store after store, their windows -like so many stage sets. By the edge of Central -Park, they drew up in front of their hotel. Bewildered, -excited, dazzled, delighted, Peggy stepped out -of the taxi and stood for the first time on the sidewalks -of New York!</p> -<p class="tb">The temptation had been strong to give in to all -the glamour of the city, to go for dinner in one of the -famous restaurants, to ride in a hansom cab through -Central Park behind a plodding old horse, to race -through the bright streets and gather in all the excitement -of New York in one whirling evening. The -temptation had been strong, but Peggy had bravely -fought it off. She had work to do before her tryout -the next day at the New York Dramatic Academy.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_29">29</div> -<p>After a fine but hurried dinner in the hotel’s handsome, -formal dining room, Peggy and her parents -went upstairs to work on her readings. She read first -the passage she had marked out from <i>Twelfth Night</i>, -since Viola was a familiar role for her and she -needed only a short time to work on it. The speech -she selected was the best known in the play, and for -that reason it was probably the hardest to do, for -everyone who would hear it would have his own idea -of how it should sound. Any actor knows how hard it -is to put new life into old, familiar words, and Peggy -was well aware of this. Still, because this short speech -gave her a chance, in only a dozen lines, to indicate -the whole character of Viola, she thought it was -worth the risk.</p> -<p>Viola, pretending to be a boy, tells the Duke -Orsino of a sister she never had, and by so doing, confesses -her own love for the Duke. The first difficulty -of the speech lay in making Viola seem both a boy -and a lovesick girl at the same time. The second difficulty -was to make the imaginary sister of the speech -seem like a real person.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_30">30</div> -<p>Mr. Lane began, reading the Duke’s lines, in which -he says that no woman can love as deeply as a man. -When the speech was done, Peggy spoke, sounding at -first completely feminine, “Ay, but I know—” She -broke off the phrase in well-acted confusion, as Viola -quickly realizes that she has spoken as a woman, -rather than as the boy she is supposed to be.</p> -<p>“What dost thou know?”</p> -<p>“Too well what love women to men may owe,” -Peggy answered firmly, saying the line with boyish -confidence. Then she went on, in a confidential, -man-to-man tone: “In faith, they are as true of heart -as we./My father had a daughter loved a man,/As it -might be, perhaps were I a woman,/I should your -lordship.”</p> -<p>“And what’s her history?” Mr. Lane said.</p> -<p>Now Peggy subtly shifted the character, and when -she replied, after a short pause, it was not in the -manner of either the lovesick girl or the confident, -manly boy. Now she spoke dreamily, a story-teller, a -poet, as Viola fell into her own pretended character, -half-believing in the “sister” she had created.</p> -<p>“A blank, my lord. She never told her love,/But let -concealment, like a worm i’ the bud,/Feed on her -damask cheek. She pined in thought,/And with a -green and yellow melancholy/She sat, like Patience -on a monument,/Smiling at grief—”</p> -<p>She was interrupted by a round of applause from -both her parents, and responded with a start, suddenly -realizing that she was in a hotel room, not in -the court of the Duke Orsino or even on a stage.</p> -<p>“But there’s more to the speech!” she said. “You -shouldn’t have applauded yet!”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_31">31</div> -<p>“Couldn’t help it, Peg,” her father said. “Besides, -I’m afraid that if you work on that any more, you -might ruin it. As far as I’m concerned, it’s perfect just -the way it is. You can do the whole speech tomorrow.”</p> -<p>“Oh, you’re just being a loving father,” Peggy answered, -in pleased confusion, but she knew that there -was more to his comments and compliments than this. -She remembered how, during the weeks when she -first struggled to breathe life into the character of Viola, -her father had read lines with her and criticized -sharply every time she did something not quite true -to the role. Remembering this, her pleasure now -was doubled. Even so, Peggy insisted on reading the -whole speech, then doing it several times over, before -she would go on to her next marked reading.</p> -<p>Sabina, in <i>Skin of Our Teeth</i>, was a complete -change of pace. Peggy worked on the satirical, comic, -sometimes silly-sounding lines for two hours before -she felt she was ready to go on. Then, two more hours -went swiftly by as she developed the poetic, passionate -lines of Maxwell Anderson’s Winterset, working -on Miriamne’s death scene.</p> -<p>When at last she was satisfied, it was a little after -midnight, and Peggy felt exhausted, as if she herself -had died with Miriamne.</p> -<p>“I should have done Sabina last,” she said. “Maybe -I wouldn’t feel so much as if I had just been murdered -after three acts of blank verse!”</p> -<p>“On the other hand,” Mrs. Lane said, “you might -not have been so ready for sleep as you are now, and -sleep is what you need most, if you’re going to do as -well in the morning as you did tonight.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_32">32</div> -<p>“That’s right,” added Peggy’s father. “We have -just time for eight good hours of rest and a decent -breakfast tomorrow before you go to keep your ten-o’clock -date with destiny. Let’s go.”</p> -<p>Peggy didn’t argue. She kissed her parents, went -to her own adjoining bedroom and, in three minutes, -was curled up between the crisp, fresh sheets. Tonight -she was too tired to think about the excitement -to come. She had barely settled her head on the -pillow before she was deep in a dreamless sleep.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_33">33</div> -<h2 id="c4"><span class="h2line1">IV</span> -<br /><span class="h2line2"><i>Two Auditions</i></span></h2> -<p>Peggy hadn’t really known what to expect of the -New York Dramatic Academy, but whatever it was, it -wasn’t this!</p> -<p>The Academy was housed on two floors of an ancient -office building only a few blocks away from -their hotel. On either side of a tall door that led into -a long, dim hallway was an assorted collection of -name plates, telling passers-by what to expect inside. -One somewhat blackened brass plaque, about a -foot square, gave the name of the Academy. Other -plaques, some brass, some plastic, some polished and -others almost illegible, announced that the building -also provided offices for a dentist, studios for two ballet -schools and a voice teacher, and the workshop of -a noted costume designer. Other trades represented -included theatrical agents, song writers, an export-import -company, an advertising agency, and a custom -bootmaker specializing in ballet footwear.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_34">34</div> -<p>At the end of the hall, two old elevators wheezed -and grunted their way up and down in grillwork -shafts. Over the ornate elevator doors were indicators -telling on what floors the elevators were. Neither of -them worked. But, when one car landed with a sigh -of relief and its gates slid open with a creak, Peggy -found that the operator was, surprisingly, a young -man, quite good-looking and smartly uniformed. He -greeted her courteously and took her to the top floor -with the air of a man who was giving her a lift in his -own chauffeured limousine.</p> -<p>The minute Peggy looked around her, any misgivings -she had about the building vanished. The -atmosphere was ageless, shabby, and completely theatrical. -The elusive smell, both indefinable and familiar, -but which was nothing but the smell of backstage, -perfumed the hall. Through a closed door to her left, -Peggy heard a chorus reciting in unison some lines -from a Greek play she could not identify. Directly -in front, through an open door in a wall of doors, -Peggy saw a tiny theater of perhaps one hundred -seats. A few people lounged in the front seats while -on the bare stage, under a single floodlight, two -young men acted out what sounded like a violent -quarrel. To the right, where the long hallway was -crossed by another hall, a boy appeared, swinging a -fencing foil. He turned the corner out of sight.</p> -<p>“This must be where I go,” Peggy thought, starting -for a nearby door marked <span class="sc">OFFICE</span>. She took a deep -breath, opened the door, and walked in.</p> -<p>The pretty receptionist, greeting her by name, -said that she was expected and that Mr. Macaulay, -the director of the Academy, would see her right -away.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_35">35</div> -<p>The first thing that Peggy noticed was the office, in -the elaborate clutter of which Mr. Macaulay seemed -to have disappeared. It was a large, square room, its -walls paneled from the Oriental rugs to the high, -carved ceiling. Two tall windows draped in red velvet -showed glimpses of rooftops and river through -lace curtains. Every available piece of wall was -covered with pictures: photographs of people who -were surely actors and actresses, paintings of people -and of places, heavily framed etchings, newspaper -clippings, book jackets, theater programs, old theater -posters, magazine articles and, apparently, everything -else that could possibly fit into a frame. Where -there were not pictures, there were books, except for -one narrow wall space between the windows, where -there was a small marble fireplace, over the mantel of -which rose a tall mirror. The mantel itself was a -jumble of pipes, tobacco tins, more pictures in small -frames, china figurines, candlesticks and boxes assembled -around a pendulum clock which stood motionless -under a bell-shaped glass cover.</p> -<p>In one corner of the room was a heavily carved -black grand piano, covered with a fringed cloth and -stacked high with ragged piles of sheet music, play -scripts, books, more pipes, more pictures.</p> -<p>In the opposite corner stood an immense desk, also -heavily carved, and behind its incredibly cluttered -surface rose the tall back of a thronelike chair. In -the chair, almost lost from view, sat Mr. Macaulay.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_36">36</div> -<p>When Peggy first realized he was there, she almost -laughed, thinking of various animals whose protective -coloration lets them melt into their natural -backgrounds, the way the dappled coat of a deer -seems merely more of the forest pattern of light and -shade.</p> -<p>Mr. Macaulay was as ornate as his room. He was a -small, round man who concealed a cherubic smile beneath -a pair of curly, white handlebar mustaches. -His red cheeks and white hair made the perfect setting -for bright blue eyes that glittered behind an -old-fashioned pair of pince-nez glasses perched precariously -on his nose. A black ribbon from the eyeglasses -ended in a gold fitting secured in his lapel. -The round expanse of his shirt front was covered by -a brocaded, double-breasted vest such as Peggy had -never seen except in movies set in the Gay Nineties, -and when Mr. Macaulay rose in smiling greeting and -came around the end of the desk, Peggy could not -help looking down to see if he wore gray spats. He -did.</p> -<p>“Welcome!” Mr. Macaulay boomed in a surprising -bass voice. “Now let’s sit down and talk this -over.” He motioned Peggy to sit on one of a pair of -straight-backed chairs, while he stood by the other -with one foot up on its petit-point seat.</p> -<p>“Now,” he said abruptly, “what makes you think -you can act?”</p> -<p>Taken aback, Peggy stammered a little. “Well ... -well, I’ve been in a lot of plays in college and high -school and ... and I always got good reviews ... -I mean, everybody always thought that I was....”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_37">37</div> -<p>“Won’t do.” Mr. Macaulay cut in decisively. -“You’re telling me why other people think you can -act. What I want to know is why <i>you</i> think you can -act.”</p> -<p>This time, Peggy answered with more control. “I -don’t really think I can, Mr. Macaulay,” she said -calmly and earnestly, “even though I did get those -good notices. But I know that I want to, and I hope -that I can learn here.”</p> -<p>“A good answer!” the little director thundered -happily. “Now tell me <i>why</i> you want to act, and how -you <i>know</i> it’s what you really want to do, and we’ll -be well on the way to a lasting friendship.”</p> -<p>Peggy thought for a minute before answering. She -sensed that her answer would be important in deciding -whether she would be accepted as a member of -the Academy or not, and she wanted to be sure that -the words were a true reflection of what she wanted -to say.</p> -<p>“Mr. Macaulay, I want to act for the same reason -that I grew up in Rockport, Wisconsin. It just happened. -I didn’t choose it; it chose me. And I know it’s -what I really want because when I’m acting, I feel -about one hundred per cent more alive than when -I’m not—and it’s a wonderful feeling.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_38">38</div> -<p>Mr. Macaulay nodded solemnly, removed his foot -from the chair and walked twice around the room in -silence, neatly dodging the chairs and tables that -filled the place. As he seemed to be starting a third -circuit of the room, he stopped, turned and replaced -his foot on the chair.</p> -<p>“Young lady,” the little director said softly, “if -you’re any more alive on the stage than you are right -here in this room, you’ll light up the audience like an -arc lamp!”</p> -<p>Then he strode rapidly to the door, opened it, and -turned to smile warmly at Peggy. “It’s been a pleasure -meeting you,” he said.</p> -<p>“But, Mr. Macaulay,” Peggy said, “won’t you even -give me a chance to read for you? I’ve got three short -selections prepared, and—”</p> -<p>“Not for at least six months,” the director cut in. -“I never hear readings from beginners.”</p> -<p>“Six months? Then I can’t start this term!” Peggy -said, almost in tears.</p> -<p>“Of course you’ll start this term,” Mr. Macaulay -said. “We begin in two weeks. Miss Carson will give -you all the necessary forms and the catalogue and -anything else you need. Glad to have you with us!”</p> -<p>“But ... but ...” Peggy sputtered. “You mean -I’m accepted? Without even reading for you? Just -like that?”</p> -<p>“Just like that,” Mr. Macaulay agreed calmly. “I -don’t believe in readings. What I look for is personality -and presence and a feeling for the stage. The -right kind of feeling for the stage,” he added. “As for -the readings, I’ll be glad to hear you after you’ve had -about six months of work with the Academy. I can -tell you’ll be one of our good ones.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_39">39</div> -<p>With a few words of farewell to the confused -Peggy, he led her to Miss Carson’s desk and quickly -retreated to what Peggy already thought of as his -“natural habitat.”</p> -<p class="tb">Only after she was through with Miss Carson -and her papers and forms and was on the way down -in the ancient elevator did it finally dawn on Peggy -that she had actually gotten what she had wanted -for years—she was accepted in the best dramatic -school in New York! The elevator seemed hardly big -enough to hold her; she wanted to run, to jump, to -sing! What she was actually doing seemed the silliest -thing imaginable. She was grinning a wide, foolish -grin and at the same time tasting the salty tears -that were probably smearing her mascara.</p> -<p>“Congratulations,” said the elevator operator. “Not -everyone makes it.”</p> -<p>“Oh! How did you know?” Peggy gasped, dabbing -at her eyes with her handkerchief.</p> -<p>“Knew you were trying when I saw you come up -with the play scripts,” he answered. “And I knew you -made it when I saw your face.” He slid back the -squealing grillwork gate. “So long,” he said. “See you -in a couple of weeks.”</p> -<p>At the end of the long hall, the doorway filled with -sunshine seemed to be paved with gold. Outside, it -seemed to Peggy, the whole city was paved with gold. -She impulsively ran to the door, poised in the sunlight, -and blew a theatrical kiss at the sky.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_40">40</div> -<p>When Peggy, bubbling with her news, returned to -the hotel, it was decided to fill the time before lunch -with a necessary shopping tour. She needed so much, -now that she was to live in New York. Mr. Lane -decided to let Peggy and her mother take care of -this aspect of the trip, while he visited some old -newspaper friends. He arranged to meet them for -lunch at the hotel in two hours, kissed them fondly, -and boarded a bus downtown.</p> -<p>Rockport was never like this, Peggy thought, as she -and her mother walked along looking in shop windows. -They were so excited just deciding which -stores to shop in and what things she needed, that -before they had a chance to actually buy anything, -it was time for lunch.</p> -<p>“At least we had a chance to find out where all the -nice stores are,” Mrs. Lane said. “And it doesn’t matter -that we didn’t get you your things. You’ll probably -have more fun going shopping by yourself or with -some of your new friends when you come back here -to live. Besides, we won’t have to bring things home -and then carry them all the way back to New York -again.”</p> -<p>Peggy agreed that it made sense, and at the -thought of her “new friends” and of buying her own -things in New York’s world-famous stores, she got a -little thrill of pleasure and anticipation.</p> -<p>After lunch, made memorable by Mr. Lane’s new -collection of newspaper stories picked up from his -old friends, it was time to travel downtown to meet -May Berriman and see where Peggy would be living.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_41">41</div> -<p>As their taxi took them downtown from the hotel, -Peggy noticed how the city seemed to change character -every few blocks. The types of buildings and the -kinds of stores changed; the neighborhood grew progressively -more shabby; there were more trucks in -the streets and fewer taxis. Peggy wondered what -sort of neighborhood May Berriman’s place was in. -Mrs. Lane, too, looked a bit concerned and whispered -to Mr. Lane, “Are you sure we’re going the right -way?”</p> -<p>He nodded and said, “You don’t know New York. -Wait and see.”</p> -<p>In the middle of what appeared to be a district of -warehouses and office buildings, the cab turned a -corner, and a swift change again overtook the city. -Suddenly there were well-kept apartment houses and -residential hotels and then, with another turn, it was -as if time itself had been turned back!</p> -<p>The street ended in a beautiful old-fashioned park -surrounded by a high wrought-iron fence in which -were set tall gates. The street around the park was -lined with old, mellow brick mansions whose steps -led up to high doors fitted with gleaming brass -knobs, knockers, and hinges. Peggy almost expected -to see top-hatted gentlemen emerge from them to descend, -swinging slim canes, to waiting carriages.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_42">42</div> -<p>“This is Gramercy Park,” her father said. “It’s still -one of the most fashionable and beautiful parts of the -city. May’s house is just off the park, and she tells me -she has park rights for herself and the girls who live -with her.”</p> -<p>“Park rights?” Peggy said wonderingly. “Do you -mean it’s a private park?”</p> -<p>“That’s right,” her father answered. “One of the -last in New York. Its use is limited to people who live -right around it, all of whom have keys to the gates. -That’s one thing that makes this such a nice place to -live.”</p> -<p>The cab had made almost a complete circle of the -park when the driver turned off into a side street. -Two doors down he stopped before a handsome -brownstone house, complete with the steep steps and -brass fittings that were typical of the area. On either -side of the steps, at street level, stood a square stone -column, and on each one was a polished brass plate -engraved: <span class="sc">Gramercy Arms</span>.</p> -<p>As Peggy started up the steps she caught a glimpse -through the windows in the little areaway below -street level. The spacious kitchen she saw looked far -more typical of Rockport than anything she would -have expected to find in New York City, and it made -her feel sure that she would like living in May -Berriman’s house.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_43">43</div> -<p>May Berriman herself proved to be as big and as -warm looking and as countrified as her kitchen. Her -erect carriage and bright-red hair belied her more -than sixty years, and her voice was deep and even, -with none of the quaver that Peggy was used to hearing -in older people. She met them at the door with -vast and impartial enthusiasm, kissed them all and -ushered them into a tiny sitting room, tastefully furnished -with a mixture of modern and antique pieces. -They had scarcely had time to say hello when tea -was served by a bright-eyed, kimonoed Japanese -woman who might have been any age at all. Peggy -watched in silent pleasure as May Berriman poured -the tea in the formal English style, using an essence, -fresh boiled water, an alcohol burner to keep the tea -hot, and an assortment of tongs, spoons, and strainers. -It was not until each of them had a fragile cup of -hot, fragrant tea and a plate of delicate little sandwiches -that May Berriman sat back, relaxed, for conversation.</p> -<p>“Peggy, your father told me on the phone that you -have been accepted in the Academy. I’m delighted. -Now tell me, what do you think of Archer Macaulay?”</p> -<p>“I hardly know,” Peggy admitted. “I’ve never met -anyone like him. Is he always as abrupt as that?”</p> -<p>“Always!” May Berriman laughed. “Ever since I’ve -known Archie—and that goes back a good many -years—he’s tried to act like a bad playwright’s idea -of an Early Victorian theatrical genius. It’s a peculiar -sort of act when you first see it, but after a -while you get used to it and hardly notice at all. Besides, -it’s not all sham. He may not be Early Victorian, -but he is a theatrical genius.”</p> -<p>“Was he an actor?” Peggy asked.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_44">44</div> -<p>“Goodness, no! Only in his personal life! There’s a -world of difference between acting and teaching; -you hardly ever find anyone who’s good at both. Macaulay’s -a magnificent teacher, so he had sense -enough never even to try acting.”</p> -<p>“But,” Peggy objected, “how can you teach something -you can’t do?”</p> -<p>May Berriman smiled. “Oh, Archie can do, all -right. He’s that rarest of all talents—a talented audience. -He knows when something is good and when -it isn’t, and if it’s not good, he knows just what it -lacks. He just keeps asking for what he wants, and -when he gets it—if he gets it—it turns out to be just -what everyone else wants, too. That’s why he has -been able to discover and develop more fine talent -than any other man of our time. You’re a lucky girl to -be able to work with Archer Macaulay. Even to be accepted -for his school is a great honor.”</p> -<p>Peggy nodded in understanding as May Berriman -talked about the talent for recognizing talent, remembering -her last conversation with her friend -Jean Wilson. Maybe some day, Peggy thought, she -herself, an old retired actress, would be serving tea in -her own house, and talking in just such tones of -affection and admiration for her friend Jean, who -would then be the famous director of the best dramatic -school in....</p> -<p>She was brought out of her daydream by her -mother, who touched her arm gently and said, “Back -to earth, dear. Mrs. Berriman wants to show us the -room you’re to have.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_45">45</div> -<p>The room was small, but comfortably furnished as -a sitting room, with a large couch that opened to a -bed. Two tall windows with window seats set in their -deep frames looked out into the tops of two lacy trees -that rose from a tiny, well-kept garden. An easy chair -and a low table stood in front of a little fireplace that -really worked—a rare thing in New York. An antique -desk between the windows and a large bureau -opposite the fireplace completed the furnishings. The -couch was covered in a deep blue that matched the -blue carpet, the walls were white, and the windows -were draped in a white fabric with blue cabbage -roses. The same fabric covered the easy chair.</p> -<p>“It’s perfect!” Peggy said, and rushed off to try -the big easy chair. “I’m going to love it here!” she -said. “In fact, I hardly want to go home!”</p> -<p>“I’m afraid, Peg,” Mr. Lane said, looking at his -watch, “that that’s just what we’re going to have to -do, and in a very few minutes. If we want to make -our plane, we’d better be getting back to the hotel to -pack.”</p> -<p>The brief good-by, the taxi ride around Gramercy -Park and back uptown, the hurried packing, the trip -to the airport and the now-familiar process of boarding -and take-off seemed to Peggy as fast, as jerky -and peculiar as a movie run backward. She wanted -to play it back right again, to put everything in its -proper sequence, and live over her exciting day.</p> -<p>And that’s exactly what she did, in her mind’s eye, -all the way back to Rockport.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_46">46</div> -<h2 id="c5"><span class="h2line1">V</span> -<br /><span class="h2line2"><i>Starting a New Role</i></span></h2> -<p>Rockport had never looked so little as it did from the -air. The plane circled the town at dusk, just as the -stewardess finished serving supper, and as Peggy -looked down from the oval window next to her seat, -she saw the street lights suddenly flick on, section by -section, all over the town. The familiar streets glowed -under their canopies of trees, the houses were almost -hidden under other trees and, in the center of the -town, a few neon lights added warmth and color.</p> -<p>Peggy hardly knew what she felt for the place -where she had been born and where she had lived -her whole life. A wave of tenderness came over her -for Rockport, so small and homelike, surrounded by -its farms and forests and lakes. And at the same time, -she compared this view from the air with the sight of -New York, towering and dramatic in the afternoon -sunshine. Who could settle for Rockport, after breathing -the excitement of the giant city? Still ... she -wondered if New York could ever be to her the home -that Rockport was.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_47">47</div> -<p>The somewhat bumpy runway of Armory Field -was under their wheels. Peggy was home again. But -in her mind, she was still in the city, starting her new -and wonderful life.</p> -<p>After quickly unpacking and changing to a skirt -and blouse more suitable to Rockport than the smart -traveling suit she had worn on the plane, Peggy came -running downstairs. Her father sat in his easy chair -reading the two issues of the <i>Eagle</i> that had come out -in his absence. Her mother sat in the wing chair opposite, -working serenely on her needle point. To look -at them, Peggy thought, one would suppose that they -had never left home, that nothing at all had changed -from what it had been two days ago.</p> -<p>“I’m going out for a while,” she announced. “I’ve -just got to tell Jean right away, or I’ll burst for sure!”</p> -<p>“All right, dear,” Mrs. Lane said. “But don’t stay -out too late. You’ve had an exciting day, and you’re -going to need some sleep.”</p> -<p>With a wave of her hand, Peggy left and, whistling -boyishly, skipped down the front steps. Once on the -street, the last of her grown-up reserve left her, -and she ran all the way to the Wilson house to arrive, -panting and breathlessly bright-eyed, a few moments -later.</p> -<p>“Jean’s down at the Sweet Shop,” Mrs. Wilson said, -“but I know she’ll want to see you. I’ll call and tell -her not to leave, and you can meet her there.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_48">48</div> -<p>Peggy thanked Mrs. Wilson briefly, and ran back -home once more to collect her bike. As she pedaled -down Chestnut Street, she wondered how many more -times she would ride her bike again. It was not the -sort of thing one did in New York, obviously. And -besides, the bike was a part of her childhood and -early teens, and now she was coming out of them -and off to the great adventure of becoming a woman! -Thinking this, she slowed down a little, so as to enjoy -the ride and the familiar sights around her. Growing -up would happen soon enough, she now knew. Meanwhile, -she wanted to slowly taste and enjoy the pleasures -of small-town girlhood that were not to come -again.</p> -<p>Her subdued mood lasted only until she arrived at -the Sweet Shop. There she found Jean, Betty Dugan, -Alice Schultz, and Millie Pratt crowded around a -soda-laden table, laughing and talking. They managed -to make room for one more chair and as soon as -Peggy was seated, turned silent, expectant faces to -her.</p> -<p>Looking from face to face, Peggy suddenly -laughed. “You look like a nestful of baby birds waiting -to be fed!”</p> -<p>Then she told her friends the whole story of her -trip, starting, of course, with the main fact that she -had been accepted at Mr. Macaulay’s famous New -York Dramatic Academy. Describing him, she acted -him out for them, and soon had the girls in fits of -laughter. Then she went on to tell about May Berriman, -the room she would live in, the quaint old-fashioned -neighborhood around Gramercy Park, the -private park and all the rest. When she had finished, -she said to Jean, “Doesn’t it make you want to change -your mind? I do wish you’d come, too. It’s going to be -wonderful, but with you there, it would be absolutely -perfect!”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_49">49</div> -<p>Jean shook her head ruefully. “I must admit it -sounds tempting,” she said, “but I stand on what I -told you before about what I want to do. I don’t think -I’m an actress at all, and if I tried to be one, I’d probably -only fail. And that wouldn’t make me happy at -all. If I do what I plan to, though, I’ll probably succeed, -and that way I’ll have a happy life.”</p> -<p>Peggy nodded her agreement. “I guess I was only -testing you, in a way,” she admitted, “just to see if -you really meant it. Now that I know you do, I’m -sure that you’re absolutely right.”</p> -<p>Then she told her friend about the discussion she -had had with May Berriman about Mr. Macaulay, and -what the older woman had told Peggy about his great -ability as a teacher and his lack of ability as an actor.</p> -<p>“She said, too, that the ability to recognize talent -and to develop it is a lot rarer than the talent itself. -And all the time she was talking, I was thinking about -you and our last talk together.”</p> -<p>“Well, that makes me feel a lot better,” Jean admitted. -“It’s good to know that there are other people—real -professionals—who think about things the -same way I do. Thanks for telling me.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_50">50</div> -<p>Then the talk turned to other things besides the -theater: clothes, boys, the coming school year at -Rockport Community College, for which Peggy -would not be there—all the hundreds of things that -girls talk about. Before Peggy realized it, it was ten-thirty, -and she was beginning to yawn.</p> -<p>“It’s not the company,” she said, “it’s the hour. Not -exactly original, but perfectly true. I’m afraid I’d -better be getting home.”</p> -<p>The others agreed that it was their bedtime too, -and they trooped out to the bicycle rack to say their -good nights. Peggy and Jean rode side by side slowly -down the leafy street, feeling the first slight chill that -announced the end of summer was at hand.</p> -<p>“When will you be leaving?” Jean asked.</p> -<p>“I guess in about a week,” Peggy said. “The term -starts in two weeks, and I want to get settled in New -York before school begins, so that I can have my -mind all clear for work. I think I’ll need a week just -to get really comfortable in my room, do the shopping -I’ll have to do, and find my way around the city. I -want to know about buses and subways and things -like that before I get started.”</p> -<p>“That sounds like a good idea to me,” Jean replied. -“What I would do if I were you is to get a street -map of the city, and a guidebook, and spend some -time just wandering around so you get the idea of -where things are.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_51">51</div> -<p>“That’s just what I plan to do,” Peggy said. “In -fact, my father suggested the same thing. He said -that I should go on a few guided tours, too. They have -buses that take tourists all around the city and show -them everything of interest. Dad says that native -New Yorkers, and people who are trying to make -other people think that they’re native New Yorkers, -are ashamed to be seen on the sight-seeing buses, -which seems pretty silly to me. The result is that -people who come from out of town often know more -about New York than the people who have grown up -there!”</p> -<p>Both girls laughed at the idea, then Peggy continued, -“I plan to spend at least a week taking tours, -and walking around the streets with a guidebook, and -shopping. I’d better leave next week, I guess.”</p> -<p>“It seems so soon,” Jean said a little sadly. “I’m -going to miss you.”</p> -<p>“It is soon,” Peggy admitted, “but I’d rather be -rushed than have to wait for a month and think about -nothing but the day I’m going to leave. Even as it is, -there’ll be too much time for good-bys, and I hate -saying good-by. Especially to people I care for.”</p> -<p>The girls rode the rest of the way in silence, each -thinking her own thoughts about their long association -which was now to come to an end. They came to -Peggy’s house first and stopped their bikes.</p> -<p>Then Peggy said, “Of course I’ll write,” as if she -were answering a question that Jean had asked.</p> -<p>Jean laughed, “You’re right! That’s just what I was -thinking! I wonder how long it’ll be before either -of us finds another person we can do that with again?”</p> -<p>“I don’t suppose we ever will,” Peggy said. “And -it’s probably just as well. There’s something a little -weird about it!”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_52">52</div> -<p>Then, on common impulse, they recited in chorus -the witches’ lines from <i>Macbeth</i>, only changing the -“three” to “two.”</p> -<p>“When shall we two meet again? In thunder, -lightning, or in rain?”</p> -<p>And with laughter and witchlike cackles, they said -good night.</p> -<p class="tb">The next week flew by in a continual round of farewells, -packing, endless talk in the Sweet Shop about -acting and the life Peggy would be leading in New -York and, the night before her departure, a big farewell -party at Jean’s house. It was a tired Peggy, glad -to be on her way at last, who found herself once more -at the airport with her parents. But this time, she was -to fly alone.</p> -<p>“Are you sure you packed everything?” her mother -asked for perhaps the tenth time.</p> -<p>“Positive,” Peggy assured her.</p> -<p>“And you know how to get from the airport to -Gramercy Park?” her father asked, also for perhaps -the tenth time.</p> -<p>“I’ll never forget!” Peggy laughed.</p> -<p>“Well...” Mrs. Lane said.</p> -<p>“Well...” Mr. Lane said.</p> -<p>They stood, all three, looking at one another, not -knowing what to say. Then Peggy’s mother, with -more than a faint suspicion of tears in her eyes, -threw her arms about her daughter and kissed her.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_53">53</div> -<p>“Oh dear!” she said. “You’d better get on that -plane right away, or I am going to be silly and cry!”</p> -<p>Peggy kissed both her parents and started through -the gate across the concrete strip where the big plane -waited. As she turned to wave good-by, her mother -called, “Are you sure you have—”</p> -<p>“Yes!” Peggy shouted back. “I’m sure!”</p> -<p>“And don’t forget to phone the minute you get -there!” her father called, his last words drowned out -by the sound of a plane that swooped low overhead.</p> -<p>At the top of the boarding steps, Peggy waved -again for the last time, then went in to her seat to -start her first flight alone—a flight that would bring -her to all she had ever hoped for.</p> -<p class="tb">It was dark when the plane arrived in New York -this time, and if Peggy had thought the sight breathtaking -when she first saw it, she was absolutely -stunned by this!</p> -<p>In every direction, as far as she could see, the -streets stretched out like blazing strings of lights, -white, red, blue, green, with sudden bursts and knots -of brighter light where major streets joined. As the -plane banked and turned, she saw a superhighway -winding along the edge of a bay, interrupted by -complicated cloverleafs, underpasses and overpasses. -The lights on the highway were diamond-blue, and -the road was dotted with headlights and taillights of -thousands of cars like fireflies in the night.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_54">54</div> -<p>Then the turning of the plane revealed midtown -Manhattan, tall and sparkling! The Empire State -Building towered over all, its four bright beams -sweeping the sky over the city. The UN building -stood out like a solid slab of brilliance against the -rest of the skyline. Beyond it, Times Square blazed -like a bonfire.</p> -<p>All around her in the plane, Peggy saw the rest of -the passengers, including obviously experienced -travelers, pressed against the windows, enchanted -by the fairy-tale sight below. They were all talking, -pointing, comparing notes on the beauty of this or -that.</p> -<p>The plane swept lower now, and the skyline -seemed to rise and grow even more mighty. Over the -East River, the bridges were spider-webs and pearls; -small boats like water bugs skimmed under them and -out again. Then, abruptly, a new and closer brilliance -of searchlights and whirling red and green signals—and -the plane settled smoothly into the bustle and -roar of LaGuardia Airport.</p> -<p>Peggy was glad that she had been there before -with her parents, or she might never have found her -way out. Crowds of people swarmed about the place, -sweeping past in every direction. Piles of luggage -and groups of waiting travelers seemed to block her -way no matter where she turned. Ignoring the crowds -as best she could, and following her sense of direction -and her memory of where she had gone the -previous week, Peggy worked her way to the front of -the terminal where the taxi stand was. A bank of -phone booths reminded her to call home before going -on. Then she hailed a cab and gave the driver the -address of the Gramercy Arms.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_55">55</div> -<p>She had planned to take the airport bus to the terminal -in Manhattan and a cab from there, but she -had changed her mind. This one extravagance, -Peggy felt, would be worth the price. Settling back in -comfort, she opened the window to a cool rush of air -and became absorbed in the passing sights of parkways, -streets, bridges and, finally, the entrance over -the giant Triborough Bridge into the enchanted isle -of Manhattan.</p> -<p>“Your first trip to New York?” the taxi driver asked, -noticing her fascination with the sights.</p> -<p>“No,” Peggy answered, feeling herself quite the -experienced traveler. “I was here last week. But that -was the first time,” she confessed.</p> -<p>“Staying long?”</p> -<p>“Forever, I hope!” Peggy replied. “I’m going to live -here.”</p> -<p>The East River Drive went into a sort of tunnel, -supported on one side by pillars, through which -Peggy could see a string of barges slowly forging -upstream.</p> -<p>“You know what’s above us?” the driver asked. -“No? It’s a park! That’s right. This road is built under -a park!”</p> -<p>Farther on, after they had come out of the tunnel, -they plunged into another one. “Another park?” -Peggy asked.</p> -<p>“Nope. This time it’s an apartment house!”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_56">56</div> -<p>The third time the road went underground, it was -the UN building that was above them. What a fantastic city! -Peggy thought. Everything seemed topsy-turvy. -The idea of driving under parks, apartment -houses and giant office buildings was so queer! She -said as much to the driver, who only laughed. “Miss, -you’ll get used to all sorts of queer things if you live -here! I’ve been driving a cab in this town for twenty-four -years now, and I haven’t seen the end of odd -things. As fast as you can see one, they build two -more!”</p> -<p>When they arrived at the Gramercy Arms, the -driver leaped out and helped her with her bags up -the steep front steps. She didn’t know then how unusual -it was for a cab driver to help with luggage. He -was being really gallant.</p> -<p>“Good luck,” he said, on leaving. “You’ll need it. -It’s not an easy town to get started in, but young girls -like you come here every day to try, and most of them -make it somehow. Just don’t let it scare you. It’s -big, but it’s not unfriendly. And there’s no place else -in this world that I’d rather live!” With a wave of -farewell, he climbed into his cab and rode off around -the corner.</p> -<p>Peggy took a deep breath, patted her hair, and -rang the bell of her new home.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_57">57</div> -<h2 id="c6"><span class="h2line1">VI</span> -<br /><span class="h2line2"><i>Cast of Characters</i></span></h2> -<p>The door was opened, not by Mrs. Berriman, but by -a small, dark-haired girl with huge, black eyes and a -gamin grin, who greeted her with a decided French -accent.</p> -<p>“Allo, allo!” she said brightly. “Come een! Are you -Amee or Peggee?”</p> -<p>“I—I’m Peggy,” Peggy said, somewhat taken aback.</p> -<p>“Good!” the French girl cried. “You don’t look like -an Amee! I’m Gaby, wheech ees short for Gabrielle. -I leeve ’ere. Maman Berriman she ees out shopping, -mais les autres girls sont ici. Pardon. I meex too much -French een with my talk. Parlez-vous Français?”</p> -<p>“Un peu,” Peggy said. “A very little peu, I’m -afraid. But I understood you. You said the other -girls are here, right?”</p> -<p>“Parfait!” Gaby grinned. “Maybee I can teach you -how to speak, if you would like that?”</p> -<p>“I would,” Peggy agreed enthusiastically, but -added quickly, “not starting right now, though!”</p> -<p>“Okay,” Gaby shrugged. “Come on! I first introduce -you.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_58">58</div> -<p>Four girls waited in the large, comfortable living -room, all looking expectantly at the door. As Peggy -entered, a pert-faced redhead bounced out of her -chair to say hello.</p> -<p>“I’m Dot,” she announced. “Are you Peggy or -Amy?”</p> -<p>“Peggee, of course!” Gaby cut in, before Peggy -could answer. “Does she look like an Amee to you?”</p> -<p>“No, I guess she doesn’t,” Dot said reflectively. -“Well, welcome!”</p> -<p>“Thank you,” Peggy said. “Now will somebody -tell me who Amy is?”</p> -<p>“Let me introduce you first,” Dot answered, taking -Peggy by the arm. “This is Irene, our household -beauty queen,” she said. Irene, a tall, startlingly -beautiful brunette, languidly waved a gesture of welcome -with long, perfectly manicured fingers. Smiling, -she said, “Don’t mind her jealous tones, Peggy. They -say that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and -that means that she must love me, or she’d think I -was ugly.”</p> -<p>A pretty, round-faced girl with almost white blond -hair done in a long single braid came over to Peggy.</p> -<p>“They sound very catty,” she said with a gentle -smile, “but we think they wouldn’t know what to do -without each other. Now, no fighting tonight,” she -said to Dot and Irene. “We want to give Peggy a -chance to get used to us first.” Then, turning back to -Peggy, she said, “My name is Greta. Your room is -right next door to mine. And this is Maggie.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_59">59</div> -<p>Maggie, all freckles, brown bangs, and bright -China-blue eyes, was sitting cross-legged on the floor. -Without uncrossing her legs, she rose effortlessly, offered -a wiry handshake and a warm grin, and sank -back to her former position in one fluid movement.</p> -<p>“She’s not showing off,” Dot said, noticing Peggy’s -startled look. “She does that sort of thing all the time -without even thinking about it. She’s a dancer, and -she makes the rest of us seem like a herd of elephants -by comparison.”</p> -<p>“Not elephants,” Maggie said. “Not since I’ve been -teaching you all how to move and walk. Maybe buffalo, -but not elephants!”</p> -<p>“Do you know ’ow to move and walk?” Gaby asked.</p> -<p>“I always thought so, but now I’m beginning to -have my doubts,” Peggy replied.</p> -<p>“Walk to the door and then back,” Maggie said.</p> -<p>Peggy did so, trying to be as graceful as she could, -without seeming in any way affected. She had never -really considered her walking ability before, and now -that she was doing so, under the close scrutiny of the -five girls, she suddenly felt that she had never walked -before. Coming back to Maggie, she waited hopefully -for her judgment. “Elephant?” she asked.</p> -<p>“Nope,” Maggie said, as if trying to find just the -right kind of beast.</p> -<p>“Buffalo?”</p> -<p>“A little better than buffalo, I think. Maybe a well-bred -cart horse. But don’t feel bad about it. You -haven’t had lessons yet. Now, we can start by—”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_60">60</div> -<p>“We can start by sitting down and getting to know -each other first,” Greta interrupted. “Come on, Peggy. -You must be really confused by all this.”</p> -<p>“A little,” Peggy admitted. “It seems that everyone -wants to teach me something. I was hardly in the -house when Gaby was offering French lessons! What -do you teach?”</p> -<p>“I try to teach good manners to my crazy friends -here,” Greta said with a laugh, “but I don’t seem to -be very good at it!”</p> -<p>When Peggy was established in a comfortable -chair, with the other girls around her, the first thing -she asked was, “Now, who is Amy?”</p> -<p>“Amy Shelby Preston is all we know about her,” -Dot said, “just as Peggy Lane is all we know about -you. That, and the fact that you were both due to get -here tonight.”</p> -<p>“Good!” Peggy said. “Then I won’t be the only -new girl in the place! That ought to make it a little -easier on me, and on all of you.”</p> -<p>“Oh, you’re not a new girl any more!” Irene -laughed. “You’re only new around here for the first -five minutes, and you’ve been here nearly ten by now! -If Amy Shelby Preston takes another half hour to get -here, you’ll be an old-timer by then!”</p> -<p>“Oui, that ees so!” Gaby put in. “Everybodee here -ees so open—they tell you everytheeng about themselves -so très vite—that means veree fast—that you -know them so like old friends in no time, yes?”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_61">61</div> -<p>Peggy thought that this was a fine idea, and she -said so. Then, in accordance with what she now knew -to be the household custom, she told the five girls as -much about herself as she felt would be interesting to -them: where she was from, why she was in New York—a -five-minute autobiography.</p> -<p>“... so, you see,” she finished, “I wanted to study -acting and I felt that this was the only place to go, so -here I am.”</p> -<p>“It’s pretty much the same with us,” Dot said. -“None of us is from New York either, and we all -came to be in the theater or some part of it. I’m -a comedienne and eccentric dancer, and I sing a -little, too. I’m not going to any school but I still work -with a voice coach and a drama coaching group. I’m -from California originally. I was in a few movies, but -not in any good roles. I’m not a movie type. I came -here when I got a chance to do a television series that -originated live from New York, and when the series -ended, I stuck around. I’m in a Broadway musical -now, lost in the chorus. It’s not much, but it pays the -rent.”</p> -<p>“She’s too modest,” Greta said. “She’s not just in -the chorus. She has a dance specialty and a few -lines, and she’s understudying the lead comedienne. -And she’s good at it, too.”</p> -<p>Dot blushed and said roughly, “For goodness’ -sake, don’t be nice to me! It makes me feel I have to -be nice to you, and that’s not my character!”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_62">62</div> -<p>Greta answered promptly, “All right, then, let’s -talk about me! Anyone who doesn’t want stage center -isn’t going to get it!” She stood up, walked to the -center of the room and made a small pirouette, her -thick braid whirling around her. “I am Greta Larsen -and I come from Boston,” she recited in a little-girl -voice. “I know I have a face like a Swedish dumpling, -and everybody thinks I should have come from there -or at least from Wisconsin like you. If you come from -Boston, you’re supposed to be Irish. I’m an ingénue -and I’ve been in four off-Broadway plays and one -Broadway play, and all of them were flops. Right now -I’m working as a script editor for a TV producer, and -trying to make him realize that I’m an actress. So far -he hardly realizes I’m a script editor. He thinks I’m -a hey-you.” With a comic bow like a mechanical doll, -she sat down to a round of laughter and applause.</p> -<p>“Who’s next?” Peggy said, still laughing. “I haven’t -had such fun in ages!”</p> -<p>Gaby, who stood up next, threw the girls into gales -of laughter by announcing first that she was French. -Then she went on to tell Peggy that her full name -was Gabrielle Odette Francine DuChamps Goulet, -but that she only used the name Gaby Odette. Her -mother was dead and her father worked for the UN -in New York, but spent most of his time traveling -about the world, only returning for a few weeks at a -time. Gaby had studied acting in France, and had -even attracted some critical attention and good personal -reviews in her one acting part in Paris, but -when her father came to America, she decided to -come with him and make a new start here. Since her -arrival about a year ago, she had been devoting all -of her energy to studying English, and hoped that in -another six months or so she would be good enough -to start looking for parts.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_63">63</div> -<p>“I guess I’m next,” Irene said, stretching her long, -well-shaped legs and leaning back in her chair. “I’m -Irene Marshall, and I’m—” But just then the doorbell -rang, interrupting her.</p> -<p>“That must be Amy,” she said. “Now I don’t have -to tell my history twice.”</p> -<p>She strode to the door to let the new arrival in, and -in a few seconds ushered her into the living room.</p> -<p>“This is Amy Preston,” she announced, “and this,” -she continued, waving a hand at the five girls in the -living room, “is a room full of girls. Come on in and -meet them.”</p> -<p>Peggy thought that Amy Preston was just about -the prettiest girl she had ever seen, and as she -watched her gracefully shaking hands and saying -hello, she felt sure that they would be friends. Amy’s -honey-blond hair framed a small oval face, large -brown eyes and a smiling, self-possessed expression. -When she spoke, it was with a soft, pleasant Southern -accent and a low voice. Irene introduced Amy -to Peggy last of all, and Peggy said, “I’m really glad -to have you here. I’m new too. I just came in about a -half hour ago, and I was so relieved to know that -I wasn’t going to be the only new girl.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_64">64</div> -<p>“It makes me feel heaps better too,” Amy said. “In -fact, as much as I’ve been looking forward to New -York, I’ve been half dreading this first meeting. I -may not look it, but I’m really quite shy.”</p> -<p>“And I was just thinking how well you handled -yourself during all these introductions!” Peggy said.</p> -<p>“Oh, you have to do that if you’re shy,” Amy -said. “That way, people never know about it. It’s -the same thing as going on the stage, I guess. They -say that the best actresses and actors are always just -nearly paralyzed with stage fright. In fact, I think -that’s what adds the extra excitement to their presence. -At least I hope so!”</p> -<p>“Did you come to New York to act, too?” Peggy -asked.</p> -<p>“I hope to, if I’m lucky,” Amy replied. “But first off, -I came to study.”</p> -<p>“So did I,” Peggy said. “Where are you studying?”</p> -<p>“The New York Academy,” Amy answered, with a -faintly perceptible touch of pride.</p> -<p>“Why, so am I!” Peggy cried with delight.</p> -<p>The two of them quickly fell into an animated discussion -of the Academy and of Mr. Macaulay. They -were just comparing notes on their interviews with -him when Dot gently but firmly interrupted.</p> -<p>“You girls will have a lot of time for all that, but -now it’s time to do all the introductions. Amy, you -tell us about you, and then we’ll go on about us. Gaby -and Greta and Peggy and I have told about us already, -so we won’t repeat it now. We’ll catch you tomorrow. -So there’s only you and Irene and Maggie -to go.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_65">65</div> -<p>Then she explained about the household method -of introduction, which Amy agreed was a fine idea.</p> -<p>Amy’s speech was short and direct. “I’m Amy Preston, -and I come from Pine Hollow, North Carolina, -which nobody ever heard of except the people who -live there. I went to college for a year and acted -in four plays, and then I persuaded my parents to let -me come to New York to act. There’s nothing else to -tell about me, except that I think I’m the luckiest girl -I ever knew to find a place like this to live in and a -place like the Academy to study at. I know I’m going -to like you all, and I hope you’re going to like me, -too.” Blushing slightly, she sat down, and Peggy noticed -that her hands were trembling a little. She -hadn’t been fooling about the shyness and stage -fright then, Peggy thought, but she was certainly -able to keep it from showing, unless you looked very -closely. Peggy was sure that Amy would prove to be -a good actress.</p> -<p>The rest of the introductory speeches went swiftly. -Irene, it turned out, was from Cleveland. Her real -name was Irma Matysko, but she thought, and -everybody agreed, that Irene Marshall sounded a lot -better for a would-be actress. She had acted in several -television dramas in minor parts, and was supporting -herself mostly as a fashion model.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_66">66</div> -<p>Maggie, the dancer, spoke next. “I’m Maggie Delahanty,” -she began, “and I was actually born in Ireland, -only my parents brought me here when I was -two, so I don’t remember anything about it. I was -raised in Philadelphia, where my father is a bus -driver, and I’ve been dancing since I was three. I’ve -worked in musicals on Broadway and on the road, -and I’ve worked in night clubs, which I hate. Right -now I’m studying singing with a fine coach, so that I -can get some good work, because there’s nothing -much for a dancer who can’t sing. I just got back last -week from a summer tour with a music circus, in -which I danced my way through ten states in as -many weeks. Right now, I don’t know what I’m going -to do, except sit down as much as I can.”</p> -<p>With another one of her uncanny, fluid movements, -she sat down.</p> -<p>The general introductions done, Peggy and Amy -went back to their conversation about Mr. Macaulay -and the Academy. Amy’s experience in her interview -had been much the same as Peggy’s. She too -had prepared material to read and, like Peggy, had -thought at first that she was rejected when Mr. Macaulay -wouldn’t let her read it. Now she could hardly -wait to get started.</p> -<p>Irene, who had heard all about Mr. Macaulay -and his brusque approach before she had tried to get -into the Academy a year ago, said that she knew she -hadn’t made the grade the minute he had started -being kind to her.</p> -<p>“Why did he reject you?” Peggy asked.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_67">67</div> -<p>“He said that a girl as pretty as me didn’t need -acting lessons,” Irene said with a laugh. “He said -that even if I learned to be a good actress, I would -never have a chance to prove it, because I would be -given the kind of parts that just need looks. I told -him that I wanted to be a good actress as well as a -pretty one and he told me that it would be a tragic -mistake, because there aren’t any parts written for -people like that!” She laughed again, then in a more -sober tone, added, “I think he was just being kind to -me and trying to make me feel good. And you know -what? He succeeded!”</p> -<p>As the conversation turned to plays and roles and -types of actresses, the other girls joined in. They had -just gotten to a spirited and somewhat noisy discussion -of the ability of a well-known actress, when -May Berriman came in.</p> -<p>“Well, Amy and Peggy!” she said. “I see you’ve -met everybody and you’re right at home! Good! Now -let me make you feel even more at home by acting -like a mother. Do you girls know that it’s very late? -And do you know that I’ve been busy making hot -chocolate for you? And that it’s waiting in the kitchen -right now, getting cool? Well, now you know, so get -moving!”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_68">68</div> -<p>The seven girls and May Berriman trooped downstairs -to the big, homey kitchen that Peggy had noticed -on her first visit. Full of friendly people and -the smell of hot chocolate and homemade cookies, -the kitchen seemed to Peggy the nicest place she had -ever been. Seated in antique painted chairs around -the long sawbuck table with May Berriman at its -head, they passed around cookies and chocolate and -continued the discussion of the prominent actress, -carefully taking her apart, gesture by gesture, until -it seemed a wonder that she had ever gotten so much -as a walk-on role.</p> -<p>“It’s all very easy to criticize your elders and -betters,” May Berriman finally said, “but it’s quite -another thing to stand up on the stage with them and -act on their level! That’s not to say that I disapprove -of discussions like this. I think they’re good, because -they do develop your critical abilities, but I think -they can be carried too far.” With a glance at the -clock, she added, “And I think this one has gone far -enough into the night. Now all of you, get up to bed. -Peggy and Amy haven’t even unpacked yet!”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_69">69</div> -<h2 id="c7"><span class="h2line1">VII</span> -<br /><span class="h2line2"><i>The Biggest Stage</i></span></h2> -<p>There were no meals served at May Berriman’s -Gramercy Arms, but the big kitchen was considered -common property, and anyone who wanted to was -allowed to prepare breakfast and dinner there. -Lunches were eaten at restaurants and counters.</p> -<p>Each of the girls had a wire basket labeled and -filled with her own food in the giant hotel-size refrigerator, -and each was given shelf space for other -things. Since Peggy and Amy had not stocked up the -night before, the other girls invited them to share -breakfast with them.</p> -<p>“We have a system,” Dot said. “Each of us cooks -for all the others in turn, but that’s only for breakfast. -At dinnertime, you shift for yourself. The dishes -are done for us, thank Heaven, by Aniko, the housemaid. -We each contribute to a dishwashing fund -every week to keep Aniko happy. Since you’re both -new, we’ll put you at the end of the list, which gives -you about a week to get used to us in the morning, -before having to cook for us.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_70">70</div> -<p>“She’s being optimistic,” Maggie called over her -shoulder from her position at the range. “It’s impossible -to get used to us in the morning. How do you -like your eggs?”</p> -<p>They settled on scrambled, which was diplomatic, -since they noticed that Maggie was whipping up a -bowl of them for the others. In short order, they -were seated around the long table, eagerly eating the -eggs, bacon, toast and fresh sliced tomatoes, and -washing it down with good, hot coffee.</p> -<p>Irene and Greta huddled together, looking over -a copy of <i>Variety</i> and writing in small notebooks. -Catching Peggy’s inquiring glance, Irene explained, -“It’s <i>Variety</i>, the bible of show business. We’re looking -at the casting notes. Every time a producer has a -play and wants to see new actors, he puts a notice in -the casting call page. The notices tell you what kind -of people he’s looking for and when he’ll see them. -We’re looking—along with a thousand other actors—to -see if there’s something for us. I’ve got two that -sound interesting, and Greta’s got one.”</p> -<p>“And do you just go up and say, ‘Here I am’?” -Amy asked.</p> -<p>“That’s about all I do,” Irene admitted with a -laugh, “because I just answer the ads for Showgirl -types and beautiful ingénue roles. I just stand there -and hope they like my face and figure.”</p> -<p>“I don’t see how they couldn’t,” Peggy said.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_71">71</div> -<p>“Oh, it’s easy! I’m too tall for some, and too fashionable-looking -for others, or I should be blond, or -they wanted an outdoor type, or I’m just what they’re -looking for, but so are twelve other girls who all have -more acting credits. It’s not easy.”</p> -<p>“It’s no easier for me,” Greta put in mournfully. -“I’m an even more definite physical type than Irene -is, and to make matters worse, I have to act for them. -Most of the time, my round, red face and my blond -braids eliminate me at the start. If they don’t, I then -have to go through an audition reading. I’m just waiting -for a casting notice that asks for a new actress -with a face like a Campbell’s Soup kid, and I’ll rush -right up and get the part!”</p> -<p>“If I ever meet any playwrights, I’ll put in a word -for a part like that,” Peggy said. “But by then, you’ll -be famous, and the ‘new actress’ part would disqualify -you.”</p> -<p>When breakfast was over, the girls scraped the -dishes, put them in the sink for Aniko, and went their -separate ways.</p> -<p>Gaby was off first, for an early English class at a -language school, which would be followed by a full -day at Columbia University studying English literature, -American history, economics, and a special -course called Literature of the Theater. With a small -“<i>au revoir</i>,” which was all she had said since her first -quiet “<i>bon jour</i>,” she slipped out.</p> -<p>“Gaby’s a night person,” Dot explained. “You can -hardly get a word out of her until sunset. Then you’re -lucky if you can keep her quiet for five minutes!”</p> -<p>“How about you?” Peggy asked. “Are you a night -person, or a morning person?”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_72">72</div> -<p>“I think I must be a twenty-four-hour person.” Dot -laughed. “I work on stage until eleven-fifteen, but it -doesn’t keep me from getting up as if I were on a -farm. I have to, though. I have a busy day. We rehearse -three days a week, just to keep the chorus -work tight, and I have special rehearsals for my understudy -part. It keeps me going nearly every day -from nine in the morning until after midnight, but I -seem to thrive on it.”</p> -<p>Greta left for her office, to put in a day of script -editing (whatever that is, Peggy thought), Irene -went upstairs to “put herself together” for a photo -shooting to take place later in the morning, and Maggie -went off to a rehearsal studio to practice her -stretches and scales. Amy and Peggy sat alone in the -kitchen.</p> -<p>“What shall we do?” Peggy asked. “I feel so useless -having no program, and we sure can’t spend the day -sitting here in the kitchen.”</p> -<p>“Why don’t we go out for a walk, and learn something -about the neighborhood?” Amy suggested.</p> -<p>“Good! In fact, why don’t we find a sight-seeing -bus and take a ride around the city? My father -said—”</p> -<p>“So did mine!” Amy interrupted.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_73">73</div> -<p>“We get more alike every minute!” Peggy said, -grinning. “Let’s go up, put our things away, and go -out to learn all about New York.”</p> -<p class="tb">Later that afternoon, sipping her first cup of Automat -coffee, Peggy slipped her shoes off under the -table and sighed, “I certainly had a lot to learn when -I said we’d go out and learn all about New York! My -feet are killing me, and we haven’t even begun to see -the city!”</p> -<p>“We saw a lot, though,” Amy replied thoughtfully. -“We saw Chinatown and Greenwich Village and the -Lower East Side and Riverside Drive and Park Avenue -and Central Park and Sutton Place and....”</p> -<p>“And neither of us could find our way back to any -one of them unless we took a sight-seeing bus again!” -Peggy said. “Why, we’ve hardly begun! I’ve been -checking off where we’ve been on my city map and -guidebook, and we haven’t seen anything but the -sights the guides think are picturesque! I saw loads -of places that we just shot by that I’d love to go -back and explore when we have time; and the guidebook -lists hundreds of things that we didn’t even -come near! Did you know that there are Italian street -festivals, and an Indian mosque, and a Spanish museum, -and shops that sell nothing but cheeses from -every country in the world, and an Armenian district, -and a Greek one, and Russian restaurants, and -Japanese, and French and German and Turkish and -Mexican and....” She ran out of breath and stopped, -eyes shining with excitement.</p> -<p>“My goodness!” Amy said. “You make it sound -like a World’s Fair!”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_74">74</div> -<p>“It is. It’s the biggest permanent World’s Fair -anywhere, and we have a chance to see it without -anything to take our minds off it from now until -school starts!”</p> -<p>“Your energy just scares me,” Amy said in a make-believe -little-girl voice, accentuating her Southern -drawl. “Ah’m afraid you’ll just have to carry li’l ol’ -me.”</p> -<p>“I’m afraid you’ll have to do the carrying,” Peggy -retorted, “unless I can get these shoes back on! I -think all the walking we’ve done has made my feet -three sizes larger!”</p> -<p>Sensibly, they finished the day’s excursion with a -Fifth Avenue bus ride downtown.</p> -<p class="tb">The next few days until the Academy opened were -a round of sight-seeing, eating exotic foods in the restaurants -of many lands that Peggy had only started -to enumerate, and shopping in the famous stores.</p> -<p>The shopping expeditions were among the most -exciting things that Peggy and Amy did. The huge -stores, crammed with merchandise from all over the -world, were like nothing that they had ever seen -before. Even the afternoon that Peggy had spent -window-shopping with her mother had failed to prepare -her for the size and complexity of these shops. -Everywhere were rows on rows of dresses, coats, -skirts, blouses, robes, and gowns. Counters and showcases -displayed incredible arrays of lingerie, purses, -shoes, gloves, scarves, and other accessories. And -everywhere, at every time of day, the crowds of shoppers -clustered as thick as bees around a hive.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_75">75</div> -<p>Beautifully dressed women in furs walked side by -side with trim young secretaries and vied with them -for bargains at sales counters. Embarrassed men -sidled past lingerie departments in search of gifts for -their wives and sweethearts; short, stout women admired -dresses designed for tall, slim models; elderly -ladies tried on hat after hat, each one looking less -suitable than the last; girls sprayed themselves with -perfume at the cosmetic counters, or stood and -watched demonstrators at work. One demonstrator -who especially fascinated Peggy was a beautiful girl -with long blond hair, who was showing a new hairstyling -spray. She would spray it on, and with a few -expert flips of a comb, create a hairdo; then, combing -it out again, she would quickly arrange it in a different -style. Each one took her only a minute or so to -make perfect, then, out it would come, more spray -would be applied, and another coiffure would be -combed in. Peggy wondered how she wore it when it -was time to go home at night. Probably pulled back -in a bun, she thought.</p> -<p>These shopping tours represented diversion as -much as necessity, though in the course of visiting all -the stores, the girls did buy what they needed. Peggy -got several dresses, some skirts and sweaters, a new -coat, shoes, bag, and a hat. Also, on Amy’s advice, she -bought some school things that would be suitable for -stage work, plus a leotard, tights and ballet shoes that -Mr. Macaulay’s secretary had told her she would -need.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_76">76</div> -<p>When neither girl could think of anything else that -she needed to buy, the temptation to revisit the -stores just to see things was still great.</p> -<p>“We’d better not, though,” Peggy said sensibly. -“I don’t think I’m strong enough to resist temptation, -and I’ve just about used up all my clothing allowance. -Let’s visit some museums next.”</p> -<p>“Oh dear,” Amy sighed. “I suppose it’s a good -idea, all right, but I just wish school would hurry up -and start. I’m afraid I’m going to get indigestion from -swallowing all of New York in one big gulp!”</p> -<p>So did Peggy, but museums were on her “little -list,” and museums it would be. Besides, she knew -that once school began, she would have little time -for anything else.</p> -<p>So the guidebook came out once more, together -with the flat walking shoes. But, though their time -was spent in museums, their minds were in the future, -and their talk was of nothing but the Academy, -which was due to open in a few short days.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_77">77</div> -<h2 id="c8"><span class="h2line1">VIII</span> -<br /><span class="h2line2"><i>First Act</i></span></h2> -<p>Peggy and Amy thought they had arrived early for -opening day at the New York Dramatic Academy, -but when they entered the old building, they found -the long hallway filled to capacity with students -waiting their turn on the ancient elevators.</p> -<p>Some obviously new students milled around aimlessly, -looking somewhat lost and more than a little -frightened. Peggy wondered if she and Amy looked -the same, and made a determined effort to appear at -ease and knowing. But her pose couldn’t have been -very convincing, for a small, thin boy with huge -glasses and a shock of black hair came over to them -with a grin and said, “You’re new, aren’t you?”</p> -<p>“Why, yes,” Peggy answered. “Do we show it?”</p> -<p>“Oh, no, not at all,” he assured them earnestly. -“You look just fine. It’s just that I’ve been here two -years, and I know everyone. I’m Pete Piper, but -everyone calls me Pip. I just thought I’d help lead -you through the maze, if you’d like.”</p> -<p>Peggy and Amy introduced themselves, and -thanked Pip for his help.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_78">78</div> -<p>“Oh, don’t thank me,” he said. “Everybody does -it. Whenever we see new students on the first day, -the old-timers introduce themselves and offer to help. -It’s kind of a custom.”</p> -<p>Looking around, Peggy noticed that the “lost -lambs” she had first seen were by now in conversation -with other, older students, and all of them -looked a good deal more relaxed.</p> -<p>“I think it’s a lovely custom,” Amy said. “It makes -our Southern Hospitality look right cold by comparison!”</p> -<p>By this time, it was their turn at the elevator -doors, which suddenly flew open with their usual -wail of protest. Peggy, Amy, and Pip were almost -carried in, with no need to walk at all, by the mass -of students around them, and soon were packed as -tight as berries in a basket. Protesting loudly, the -elevator slowly ascended.</p> -<p>Upstairs, the halls which had been nearly empty -when Peggy had last seen them were now swarming -with students. The ones who seemed to know where -they were going swirled and eddied around others -who looked around doubtfully and hesitated to go -anywhere.</p> -<p>Pip shook his head and said, “More waifs and -strays up here, I see. I’ll set you on your way, and -then gather up a new crop. You just go right into -the little theater—ahead of you, through those doors—and -take seats. From there on, you’ll be told what -to do and where to go. I’ll see you around.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_79">79</div> -<p>He started off to gather a new group of first-term -students, but before he had taken more than three -steps, he was back again. “Let’s have lunch together -with some of the others,” he said. “That okay with -you?”</p> -<p>“We’d love to,” the girls chorused.</p> -<p>“Good. Meet you downstairs in front of the building -at twelve. S’long!”</p> -<p>Feeling no longer lost, but already a part of their -new school community, Peggy and Amy proceeded -into the little theater, found seats near the front, and -started to introduce themselves to the other new -students nearest them. The exchange of names, home -towns, impressions, and ambitions occupied the next -fifteen minutes or more until the dimming of the -house lights and the illumination of the stage -brought a hush to the small auditorium.</p> -<p>The last few whispers died when Mr. Macaulay -walked to stage center, bowed formally to the right, -the left and the center, and then unexpectedly sat -down on the apron of the stage with his legs dangling.</p> -<p>“The bows were your formal welcome to the Academy, -and I hope they take the place of a speech,” -Mr. Macaulay began. “I hate speeches. From now on, -we’re going to be informal and friendly, because -that’s the only atmosphere in which people can get -any work done. And you have a lot of work to do. -You will have physical work in which you will learn -to walk, to move, to dance a little, to stand up and to -sit down. You may think you already know how to do -these things, but you probably don’t.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_80">80</div> -<p>“You will have mental work,” he went on, “in -which you will learn how to read a play, how to understand -the motivation of a character and his relationship -to the other characters. You will learn -elocution, voice projection, and a dozen other things -that have to do with speaking lines. You will learn -the history of the theater, become familiar with the -classic plays, and learn something about stage design -and construction. In this last area, you will pick -up the practical craft of making flats, painting scenery, -and wiring lighting—a type of pedestrian work -that has occupied the time of nearly every actor before -he was allowed to appear even in a walk-on role.</p> -<p>“And last, and perhaps most important,” Mr. Macaulay -concluded, “you will learn that the informality -and friendliness of the theater must not be mistaken -for lack of discipline; in short, you will learn how to -take direction!”</p> -<p>Still seated on the edge of the stage, Mr. Macaulay -called out his staff of instructors one by one, introduced -each to the students, and gave a short history -of each one’s background and qualifications for his -or her work. All were seasoned professionals, and -were very impressive to the students.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_81">81</div> -<p>Mr. Macaulay also explained that leading performers -from the Broadway stage, movies, and television -would make regular guest appearances at the -Academy, as would outstanding directors, choreographers, -designers, and playwrights. The size of the -staff, in effect, was unlimited.</p> -<p>After this, the individual instructors spoke, each -saying a few words about his specialty and what he -hoped to achieve in his course. Each one, it seemed -to Peggy, opened up whole new areas of knowledge -for her, until at the end she felt that she knew absolutely -nothing at all, and wondered how she could -ever have thought of herself as an actress. This was -going to take a lot of work!</p> -<p>After the meeting, the rest of the morning was -spent in the routine of registration, getting class -cards, finding out where the rooms were, getting -locker assignments and book lists and, bit by bit, -eliminating the first sense of confusion.</p> -<p>Peggy and Amy, happily, were registered in the -same class, and went together through the busy -morning. Before they knew it, it was time for lunch -with Pip Piper and “some of the others.”</p> -<p>The others proved to be Connie Barnes, a cheerful -comedienne who managed to be wonderfully attractive -without being in the least pretty, and a dark, -muscular, tough-looking young man with a face like -either a private detective or a gangster in a grade-B -movie, who was introduced by Pip as Mallory Seton.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_82">82</div> -<p>Much to Peggy’s surprise, when he spoke it was -not at all the tough, New York sound she had expected, -but a quiet, cultured English accent. “Call -me Mal,” he said. “Mallory’s rather a mouthful, isn’t -it? At least, it seems so here. At home, they used to -call me ‘Mallory John’ all the time, so as not to confuse -me with my father, who is named ‘Mallory -Peter,’ but I can’t imagine anyone in America doing -that. If I’d been brought up here, I’d probably have -been called ‘Bud.’”</p> -<p>Following Pip, the students walked around the -corner to stop in front of a narrow delicatessen store. -The sign on the window said, “Tables in the rear,” -but Peggy could see from the crowd that clustered -at the counter that there would be no chance of getting -one. And besides, the place didn’t look wide -enough to hold a table that would seat the five of -them.</p> -<p>“Oh dear,” she said, “I don’t think we’re going to -be able to eat here, there are so many of us. Perhaps -if Amy and I went somewhere else, you three would -have a chance? We don’t want to make it difficult for -you—”</p> -<p>“Don’t be silly,” Pip cut in. “We didn’t expect to -get a table here. You’re lucky if you can get a seat at -the counter for one, much less a table for more than -one. We’re going to buy sandwiches here and take -them to the park.”</p> -<p>Whipping out a notebook, Pip started to take orders -and money, with frequent reference to the -menu pasted to the delicatessen window. Then he -plunged into the place and, in less time than Peggy -thought possible, was back with a giant bag full of -sandwiches and cold, bottled drinks.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_83">83</div> -<p>It was only two blocks to the southern boundary of -Central Park, and once they had crossed Fifty-ninth -Street and stepped into the tree-shaded, winding -footpath, the city seemed to disappear behind them -as if it had never been. At the foot of the first gentle -hill, there was a small lake bordered by a bench-lined -path. There were some empty benches, but -Pip ignored them.</p> -<p>“If you don’t mind walking a little farther,” he -said, “we have a favorite spot on the opposite shore, -where hardly anyone ever comes.”</p> -<p>The path brought them across a small arched footbridge, -through a thick copse, and out alongside a -broad lawn which ran down to the lake’s shore. It -was here that they chose to eat, sitting on the grass.</p> -<p>“Now that we’re comfortably settled,” Mal said, “I -have some great news for you, but first I think we -ought to tell Peggy and Amy what we’re talking -about, so they won’t feel left out of the conversation. -Connie, you tell them about the play.”</p> -<p>“Just a minute, Connie,” Pip interrupted. Then he -turned to the newcomers. “Do you know what the -term ‘Off-Broadway’ means?”</p> -<p>“Why, yes, I think so,” Peggy replied. “It means -you’re not using one of the regular, big theaters, and -you charge less admission, and—”</p> -<p>“More than that,” Pip broke in. “It’s generally an -experimental group—though that doesn’t mean necessarily -that it’s amateur, and one thing you can be -sure of—it never has enough money. Everybody has -to do a little of everything. Now go on, Connie.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_84">84</div> -<p>“Well, the three of us are in that kind of group,” -Connie started, “and we’re trying to produce a play -off-Broadway. We’ve been working at it for about -six months now, trying to raise the money and get a -theater and do all the rest of the work that goes into -these things. The play is called <i>Lullaby</i>, and it’s -terrific, or it will be if it ever gets produced. Mal’s -going to direct it, and I’m already cast as the comedienne, -and Pip plays opposite me. There are a few -more of us in it too, of course, and there’s Randy -Brewster, who wrote it and is producing it. But I -want to hear the great news before I talk any more. -What is it, Mal?”</p> -<p>“I don’t want it to be a shock,” Mal said, “so I’ll -say it very slowly. Randy has raised almost all the -money we need, and he’ll have the rest in a few days. -It looks as if we’re actually going to get this on the -boards this season—if we can find a theater for it!”</p> -<p>“Wonderful!” Connie breathed.</p> -<p>“Wow!” Pip exploded.</p> -<p>“But where did he get the money? What happened? -Do you know?” Connie asked.</p> -<p>“You remember the reading we did at that Park -Avenue penthouse a couple of months ago?” Mal -asked. “The one where all the people seemed so cold -and hostile, and we felt that we had made a miserable -botch of it?”</p> -<p>“Don’t tell me!” Connie said.</p> -<p>“All right,” Mal said, his tough features composing -themselves into a broad grin, “I won’t.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_85">85</div> -<p>“It’s only an Americanism, Mal,” Pip said eagerly, -“and it means ‘tell me.’”</p> -<p>“Oh, I would never have guessed,” Mal said innocently. -“Well, that was the reading that did it. -Actually, those penthouse people weren’t hostile at -all. It’s just what they consider good manners or -something. Anyway, several of them came through, -and we have almost all we need to put the play on. -And Randy says that once you have most of the -money, it gives other investors confidence, and they -come along, too.”</p> -<p>“How much do you need?” Peggy asked. “I -shouldn’t think it would take so very much to do an -off-Broadway play.”</p> -<p>“Those were the good old days,” Pip said mournfully. -“Nowadays you need at least ten thousand -dollars, which is still practically nothing compared -to what it costs to put a show on Broadway. You have -to pay high rent for theaters now, if you can find one -at all, and you have to spend money on costumes -and sets, because the public expects more from off-Broadway -than they used to. And you have to pay -your actors, or else Equity, which is the actors’ union, -won’t let you open. And you have to advertise, and -print tickets, and pay for lighting equipment and a -hundred other things. It all adds up to a lot of cash.”</p> -<p>“Will the backers have a chance of making -money?” Amy asked.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_86">86</div> -<p>“Well, it all depends on the type of theater we can -find, and on the critical reviews of the play,” Mal -explained. “If the reviews are good, and if the theater -holds enough people, and if they keep coming -for long enough, there’s a chance. If any one of those -factors is lacking, then there isn’t a chance.”</p> -<p>“What’s the play about?” Peggy asked.</p> -<p>Connie frowned and said, “That’s kind of hard to -answer. It’s a comedy, but at the same time it’s a -serious play. I mean it’s serious in what it talks about, -but funny in the way it says it. It’s mostly about a -boy genius—”</p> -<p>“That’s me!” Pip interrupted.</p> -<p>“—who feels that the only way to get along in the -world is not to let people know how smart he is, because -people are jealous and suspicious of people -who are too smart. He meets a girl genius—that’s me—who -has come to the same conclusion. Both of -them try to act like ordinary people, and to adjust to -the world, because everybody says it’s best to conform -and be just like everybody else—”</p> -<p>“And one of the main problems is that neither one -of them wants to let the other one know that he or -she is any different,” Pip interrupted, “and that leads -to a lot of misunderstanding and—”</p> -<p>“And a lot of serious discussion under the comedy,” -Mal said, “about whether or not conformity -is any good, and what to do with outstanding people, -and how they can be educated, and how to use them -properly in the world. It’s a really first-rate play.”</p> -<p>“It sounds wonderful!” Peggy said. “Has this -Randy Brewster written any other plays? Who is he?”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_87">87</div> -<p>“Randy has written lots of others,” Mal answered, -“but this is the first one that looks as if it’s going to -be produced. He’s a good playwright, and I think -he’s going to be a success. At least I hope so, because -if the play is well received, we all have a chance of -success too.”</p> -<p>“What does he do besides write plays?” asked -Amy.</p> -<p>“He’s a dancer and a singer,” Connie said. “He’s -been working in night clubs and on television, and -he’s good, but he has a real talent as a writer, and -we all agree that he’s wasted as just another song-and-dance -man. If you want to see him, you can -tune in to your television set on Saturday night. He’s -got a spot on the Road Show hour.”</p> -<p>“I haven’t got a television set,” Peggy answered, -“though I guess I could find one to watch, but I’d -like to do more than look in on this via TV. Is there -anything I could do to help with the show?”</p> -<p>“Well....” Mal began doubtfully, “we’re almost -all cast for it now, and the few parts that are open -aren’t exactly your type—”</p> -<p>“Oh, no!” Peggy said. “I didn’t mean to ask for a -part! Why, I’m just beginning here, and I don’t think -I’d be good enough at all! No, I meant that if you -need an extra pair of hands to make costumes, or to -paint flats or to sell space in the theater program, -I’m volunteering. I’ll run errands, or—”</p> -<p>“Me, too!” Amy put in. “Can you use a pair of -maids-of-all-work?”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_88">88</div> -<p>“We sure can!” Connie said eagerly. “That’s the -hardest kind of people to find. I’m certainly glad that -Pip thought to ask you two to lunch!”</p> -<p>Mal looked quite relieved to find that he was not -to be put in the position of having to refuse more -actresses. Since word about the project had first gotten -out around the Academy, he had been besieged -with students who wanted to be in it, and the work -of casting and at the same time not hurting the feelings -of friends had been pretty difficult.</p> -<p>As they strolled back to the Academy, Mal told the -girls that there was to be a meeting of the theater -group that evening at Connie’s apartment, and invited -them to attend. “I know that everybody will -be glad to meet you, and you’ll get a chance to read -the play and to find out what we’re up against in -trying to produce it.”</p> -<p>After leaving their new friends in the school corridor, -Amy and Peggy went off to their first elocution -class, feeling as if they were really a part of the -Academy and the new life around them, and looking -forward eagerly to the meeting at Connie’s that night.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_89">89</div> -<h2 id="c9"><span class="h2line1">IX</span> -<br /><span class="h2line2"><i>Theater Party</i></span></h2> -<p>Connie’s apartment was not the easiest place to find, -but she had given detailed instructions, even to drawing -a little map on a paper napkin, and after only a -few wrong turnings, Peggy and Amy found themselves -that night at a low pink door set in a high brick -wall on a winding street in Greenwich Village. They -pushed the button marked “Barnes-Lewis,” and soon -an answering buzz let them know that the door was -unlocked.</p> -<p>Pushing it open, they entered, not a house, but a -narrow alley between two buildings. Along one wall -was a bed of flowers and green borders, and hidden -among them were small floodlights which gave a -gentle, guiding glow. At its end, the alley opened -into a little courtyard with a small fountain and a -statue of a nymph surrounded by canvas lawn chairs. -Fronting on it was an old, low, white-brick house, its -door opened wide. Connie came out to greet them.</p> -<p>“I see you didn’t have any trouble finding our -hideaway,” she said. “I must be a good map-maker.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_90">90</div> -<p>Tactfully refraining from telling her about the -wrong turns, Peggy and Amy agreed with her.</p> -<p>“What a wonderful place you have here!” Peggy -said. “However did you find it?”</p> -<p>“I didn’t find it,” Connie said. “I found Linda -Lewis, my roommate, which was a good deal easier. -She was already living here, and when her roommate -got married, she asked me if I’d move in.”</p> -<p>“And how did she find it?” Amy asked.</p> -<p>“Same way,” Connie laughed. “These places get -passed along from friend to friend. You could hunt -for apartments every day for a year and never even -see a place like this. You just have to know somebody, -or be lucky. I’d hate to show you the miserable -place I lived in before I moved in here.”</p> -<p>“Here” proved to be a spacious room with an extraordinarily -high ceiling and a fireplace with a tremendous -copper hood. An open stairway mounted -up one wall to a landing, then turned a corner and -went up again. The only other room downstairs was -a kitchen. Upstairs were two bedrooms and a bath.</p> -<p>“That’s the whole house,” Connie explained. “It -used to be a carriage house for one of the big places -on the street, before all the big places were turned -into apartments. Now come on in and meet everybody.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_91">91</div> -<p>Linda Lewis, Connie’s roommate, rose from the -piano bench to greet the girls. She had apparently -been playing until the bell had announced their arrival. -Linda was a tall, slim, rather plain girl with a -sweet smile who was a music student at Juilliard, -considered by most people to be the best music -school in the country. She greeted them shyly, and -returned to her place at the keyboard, where she began -playing quietly, as if to herself.</p> -<p>Pip rose from his seat on the raised hearth of the -fireplace to greet them and to introduce them to -his companion, a striking woman in her mid-thirties. -“This is Mona Downs. She’s in the play, too.”</p> -<p>Before they had a chance to do more than say -hello, Connie was introducing them to the last person -in the room, a handsome middle-aged man with -curly dark hair that had turned completely white at -the temples. His name was Thomas Galen, and he, -too, was a member of the cast.</p> -<p>“I suppose it’s terribly tactless of me,” Peggy said, -“but I don’t mean it that way at all. It’s just that I always -thought that these off-Broadway plays were -done entirely by students or—or—very young actors -and actresses. I mean....”</p> -<p>Mona Downs laughed. “Don’t feel embarrassed to -talk about our advanced ages. We aren’t supposed -to look like fresh young things!”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_92">92</div> -<p>Tom Galen smiled in agreement. “We’re here because -Randy needed some actors for the more mature -parts, and we were lucky enough to be picked. -The off-Broadway plays are a good showcase for experienced -actors, too, you know. Take me, for instance—I’ve -been acting for a good many years now, -but I’ve never had any really good vehicles. I’ve -made a living on supporting roles and road shows, -and I’ve even played some good leads in stock, but -somehow I’ve never quite hit it. Maybe I’m not good -enough, but on the other hand, I may just not have -had the breaks. These off-Broadway shows nowadays -are seen by all the top critics in New York, and -if I do a good job, and if they like the play, I have a -chance to go on to a whole new kind of career. That’s -why I’m here, and that’s why Mona is here. Besides, -you can’t do a believable show with just young actors.”</p> -<p>“I see,” Peggy nodded. “And I hope you didn’t -mind my mentioning it....”</p> -<p>But before Tom Galen or Mona Downs had a -chance to reassure her again, the buzzer rang, and -they broke off.</p> -<p>“That must be Randy and Mal,” Connie said. “I’ll -go get them.”</p> -<p>She pushed the button to unlock the gate, and -opened the front door expectantly. A few seconds -later, Mal entered with a tall, grinning, engaging-looking -young man with flaming red hair. For a moment, -everyone seemed to be talking at once. Randy -and Mal were apologizing for being late; Connie was -saying that they weren’t late at all; Pip was trying -to get Randy away to introduce him to Amy and -Peggy; Mona and Tom were asking him about the -financing he had managed to get for the show, and -Linda was playing “Hail the Conquering Hero” in -loud, solid chords.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_93">93</div> -<p>When the initial excitement had died down and -the last resounding notes of the piano had quieted, -Randy Brewster was introduced to Peggy and Amy -by an excited Connie.</p> -<p>“We’re having all the luck today!” she exclaimed. -“You come up with the backing for the play, and Pip -discovers these two wonderful girls who want to be -beasts of burden for the show!”</p> -<p>“The two prettiest beasts in New York, I’m sure,” -Randy said with a smile, and Peggy was positive -that she was blushing, though she tried her hardest -not to. “I’m grateful for your interest,” Randy continued, -“and I only hope that we have a chance to use -your help.”</p> -<p>“Why, now that you’ve raised the money, isn’t it -certain that the play will be produced?” Peggy asked.</p> -<p>“We have a better chance today than we had -yesterday,” Randy explained, “but it’s far from a sure -thing yet. You see, we have the central problem now -of trying to find a theater we can use. And I’m -afraid that’s going to prove to be a harder job than -raising the money, or even than writing the play in -the first place.”</p> -<p>“Mal and Pip and Connie mentioned the problem -of finding a theater a few times today,” Peggy said, -“but I didn’t know it was as serious as all that. Why -should there be such a shortage?”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_94">94</div> -<p>“For a lot of reasons,” Randy answered. “And -there’s a shortage even on Broadway—maybe even a -worse one. Forty years ago, there were more than -twice the number of theaters in New York than there -are now, and every year we lose a few more. One -reason is the fire laws that make it illegal to have a -theater with anything built over it. In other words, -you can’t have a Broadway theater on the lower -floors of an office building; and with real-estate values -as high as they are in Manhattan, it just isn’t profitable -to use up all the space a theater takes without -building high up as well. Off-Broadway rules are a -little easier, but the downtown theater has become -so popular that everybody and his brother wants to -put on a play off-Broadway, and all the available -theaters are booked way in advance. Not only that, -but dramatic groups have rented almost all the -places that can be converted to theaters, and there -don’t seem to be any left for us.” Then, breaking his -serious expression with a sudden grin, he said, “But -don’t let it worry you. I’m trusting to luck that we’ll -find something.”</p> -<p>“I hope luck does it,” Peggy said doubtfully, “but -I’d prefer to trust in something a little more trustworthy!”</p> -<p>“If you have any ideas, I’ll be happy to hear them,” -Randy said, “but right now, we’d better get on with -this evening’s meeting and reading. I’ll talk to you -over sandwiches and coffee afterward, if you like.”</p> -<p>Peggy delightedly accepted, then found herself a -seat with Amy out of the way to watch the proceedings.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_95">95</div> -<p>First, Randy told the assembled group about the -investment in the play, and about his hopes for the -small remaining amount they would need. Then, -having completed his report, he turned the evening -over to Mallory Seton, who immediately began the -readings with an authority and toughness that went -well with his rugged face.</p> -<p>Peggy observed carefully how Mal would interrupt -one or another of the actors, acting out a line -for him or her, or asking for a somewhat different -emphasis. Sometimes a small change in timing or -inflection would turn an ordinary line into an unexpectedly -comic one, and Peggy and Amy laughed -aloud several times.</p> -<p>Randy followed with his master script, every so -often stopping the action to make a change in dialogue. -“Sometimes a thing sounds fine when you -write it, but it just doesn’t read well,” he explained. -“That’s one of the main purposes of these early readings—to -let me have a chance to hear what I’ve -written and see if it plays.”</p> -<p>Other changes were made at the suggestion of one -or another of the cast, who found a line unnatural to -say, or somehow uncomfortable or out of character. -Randy listened to every suggestion, and took most -of them, but on one or two occasions he insisted that -the actors accommodate themselves to what he had -written.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_96">96</div> -<p>Peggy was fascinated by the whole process, and -particularly appreciated the air of good will with -which changes in script, style of reading, and interpretation -of character were made. This was a company -of willing, hard-working friends, and they were -already molding the play in a joint effort. She was -sure that they would be successful.</p> -<p>At last the readings for the evening were completed, -and people started to say good night. Randy -brought Mal with him and said, “Why don’t you come -along for coffee and a sandwich with us? Peggy seems -to have some ideas about the theater problem.”</p> -<p>“Oh, no!” Peggy disclaimed. “Not really! I was -just wondering if—”</p> -<p>“Let’s wonder over coffee,” Mal cut in. “Come on, -Amy. Let them talk about the theater, and we can -talk about you!”</p> -<p>A few blocks’ walk brought the four of them to -a coffee shop where, seated around a tiny marble-topped -table, they studied the menu. To Peggy and -Amy it was a revelation. There were over twenty -kinds of coffee offered, most of which they had -never heard of, plus dozens of exotic pastries and -sandwiches. They finally settled, on Randy’s advice, -on <i>cappuccino</i>, which proved to be coffee flavored -with cinnamon and topped with a froth of milk, and -which was perfectly delicious. With it, they had an -assortment of <i>amaretti</i>—hard, sweet Italian macaroons -that came wrapped in gaily decorated tissues, -and cornetti—pastry horns filled with some creamy -whip.</p> -<p>“Now,” Randy said, when they were all served, -“what did you have in mind about a theater for us?”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_97">97</div> -<p>“Well, nothing at the moment,” Peggy admitted, -“but I’m against the idea of just trusting to luck, the -way you said you were going to do. It seems to me -that some hard looking would get better results.”</p> -<p>“I agree, and I have been looking,” Randy replied. -“We have our names on the waiting lists of every -known off-Broadway theater in the city, and I call -regularly just to remind them that we’re serious -about it.”</p> -<p>“Have you been looking around for a place that -you might convert to a theater, too?” Peggy asked.</p> -<p>“We gave up on that. We found that it would cost -too much to do a decent conversion, and not only -that, but we’d be in the real-estate business as well -as the play-producing business, and we don’t want -that.”</p> -<p>Peggy nodded thoughtfully. “I see. Well, how -about all the theaters that you said used to be in -existence forty years ago? What’s happened to all of -them? Maybe some of them are just sitting around -and not being used.”</p> -<p>“Oh, they’re being used!” Randy laughed. -“They’re being used as movie houses and television -studios and ice-skating rinks and churches and even -supermarkets.”</p> -<p>“Have you looked at them all?” Peggy pursued.</p> -<p>“Well....” Randy said, “maybe not all, but....”</p> -<p>“Then that’s what I’m going to do for you first!” -Peggy announced with determination. “I’ll go look -at them all, and maybe I can find some usable place. -At least, I’m willing to try.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_98">98</div> -<p>“But, Peggy,” Mal put in, “you don’t know anything -about New York at all! It’s not like Rockport, -Wisconsin. It takes a lot of looking, and you have to -know where to look. How will you start?”</p> -<div class="img"> -<img src="images/p5.jpg" alt="A few blocks’ walk brought the four of them to a coffee shop...." width="500" height="333" /> -</div> -<div class="pb" id="Page_99">99</div> -<p>“I don’t know just yet,” Peggy answered, “but I’ll -think of a way. I used to help out as a reporter on -my father’s newspaper, and I’m used to digging up -facts. If there’s an empty theater in New York City, -I’ll bet I know about it in a couple of weeks. If -there isn’t one, I’ll know that too, and at least that -will save the rest of you all the trouble of looking.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_100">100</div> -<p>Randy looked a little doubtful. “I’m sure that you -mean what you say, and I don’t doubt that you can -get things done as well as any of us, Peggy, but as -Mal said, New York isn’t Rockport. And I don’t mean -just that it’s bigger. It’s not a—well, a <i>nice</i> city in -every part. And a search like this can lead you into -some pretty tough parts of town.”</p> -<p>“Oh, pooh!” Peggy said. “In the last two weeks, -I’ll bet Amy and I have walked around more of -New York than either of you has in the last two -years! And that included some pretty tough-looking -neighborhoods, and nobody bothered us, and -everybody was very nice. I think that’s a lot of -nonsense! Besides, we’re big girls, and we can take -care of ourselves by now.”</p> -<p>“We certainly can,” Amy agreed. “And I plan to -go, too, just the way I’ve dragged my aching feet -after Peggy for two weeks now. That girl can cover -more territory in a morning than a Tennessee Walking -Horse can manage in a whole day!”</p> -<p>“Well, if you really want to try, it’s okay with me,” -Randy said. “And I’m grateful to you for wanting to. -If you need any help along the way, be sure to ask -for it.”</p> -<p>“You can start by giving me a list of all the places -you’ve gone to, so I won’t waste my time, and I’ll -take it from there.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_101">101</div> -<p>Randy promised to bring the list to the Academy -the next day, at which time, if it was okay with -Peggy and Amy, he would like to join them for lunch. -Then their interest turned to other things, including -more coffee for the girls and another huge sandwich -to be split between the boys.</p> -<p>By the time they had finished and walked to the -Gramercy Arms, it was nearly midnight. Peggy and -Amy whispered quiet good nights on the stairs, and -hurried up to bed. Tomorrow was school again, and -they needed all the sleep they could get.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_102">102</div> -<h2 id="c10"><span class="h2line1">X</span> -<br /><span class="h2line2"><i>Peggy Produces a Plot</i></span></h2> -<p>“Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers; a -peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked; if Peter -Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers, where’s the -peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked?”</p> -<p>“A perfect peck of pickled peppers, Peggy,” said -Miss Linden, the elocution instructor, “except that -you picked them a trifle too quickly. That’s the big -temptation of tongue twisters; you always want to -show that you can rip them out at great speed without -making a mistake. What I want you to do this -time is to say the same thing, but to concentrate on a -normal rate of delivery that will allow your voice to -carry to the rear of a hall without becoming blurred. -Distance, you know, tends to make sounds run together. -Now, Peggy, if you don’t mind....”</p> -<p>More slowly this time, and concentrating on making -her words reach the back of some huge, imaginary -hall, Peggy once more spoke the tongue twister.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_103">103</div> -<p>“Much better. Much better,” Miss Linden approved. -“Now, John, will you please read ‘round -and round the rugged rock the ragged rascals ran,’ -and try to read it as if it had a meaning, as if those -ragged rascals were at the end of their endurance, -as if you were one of them, almost. Make the words -clear, project them, and at the same time give me a -note of urgency and a feeling of near-exhaustion.”</p> -<p>John, a handsome boy whom Peggy had already -judged vain and stupid and who, she suspected, had -gone into acting on the strength of his appearance, -struggled with the assignment. Peggy tried to maintain -an interest in what he was doing, but her mind -was on her coming lunch meeting with Randy -Brewster.</p> -<p>What on earth was she going to suggest? Why -had she volunteered to undertake the search for a -theater with such confidence? It had been bothering -her since she had awakened this morning, and the -more she thought about it, the less likely it seemed -that she would come up with an idea worth pursuing. -Still, there must be some angle that Randy and -Mal hadn’t thought of, some idea that would occur -to her, with her reporter’s training, that had escaped -them. That all sounded very good, she commented to -herself, but what was the angle? Miss Linden’s tongue -twisters were child’s play compared to this puzzle.</p> -<p>Before her turn came to read again, it was time for -the elocution class to end and time to go, empty-headed, -to meet Randy. Peggy had never in her life -felt so stupid, nor so embarrassed, for having made -the boast last night that she could find what they -had missed.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_104">104</div> -<p>Amy, sensing the reason for Peggy’s gloomy silence, -didn’t question her about it. Without a word, -the two girls moved through the crowded corridor to -the elevators, rode downstairs, and stationed themselves -at the front door. Finally Peggy spoke.</p> -<p>“Oh, Amy, I hope he doesn’t think I’m a complete -fool! I like him so much, and I’ve made him take this -special trip to bring me his list of theaters, and if I -don’t come up with an idea that makes sense, I won’t -blame him for thinking I’m a dope!”</p> -<p>“Are you trying to find a theater or a boy friend?” -Amy asked with a sly smile.</p> -<p>Blushing, Peggy stammered, “Why, Amy, I ... -I just met him last night ... the same as you ... -and ... Oh dear! Here he comes now, and I look -like an embarrassed lobster!”</p> -<p>“Don’t worry,” Amy said with a laugh, “with his -red hair and your red face, you make a lovely couple!”</p> -<p>Before Peggy could answer, Randy had reached -them and either did not notice, or gallantly pretended -not to notice Peggy’s confusion. He greeted -them with a smile, and gaily waved a large paper -bag.</p> -<p>“I took the liberty of ordering for you, ladies,” he -announced in the manner of a musical-comedy headwaiter. -“The caviar, <i>pâté de foie gras</i>, and pheasant -under glass are not of the best quality today, so I -decided instead to get ham on rye, pickles, and -potato chips. I also have two cartons of milk of a -superior vintage. We dine on the terrace by the lake.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_105">105</div> -<p>In the laughter, Peggy regained her self-possession, -and the three of them started for the park -where, Randy told them, they would be joined by -Pip and Connie.</p> -<p>At the mention of Pip, Amy said, “I was wondering -how, with a name like Peter Piper, Pip ever got -through that tongue-twister stuff. It must have been -terrible for him!”</p> -<p>“Ask him to do it for you sometime,” Randy replied. -“He’s learned that the best defense is a good -offense, so long before he came to the Academy he -had that one perfected. He can do Peter Piper in -any accent or dialect you ask, and can even do it in a -rapid-fire stutter! It’s funny enough so that nobody -ever kidded him about it. In fact, he’s got it worked -up into part of a first-rate comedy bit.”</p> -<p>On their arrival at the lawn by the lake, they -found that Randy had brought a large paper table-cloth -and some oversized paper napkins for the girls -to sit on. As she helped set out the lunch, Peggy was -impressed by this extra display of thoughtfulness, -and felt that she had been right in thinking Randy -Brewster was a special kind of person. She had just -finished setting the “table” when Connie and Pip -joined them and added their own lunches to the -spread.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_106">106</div> -<p>When they were all settled comfortably, Randy -opened the conversation with the question that -Peggy had been fearing all morning. “Well, Peggy, I -brought the list of theaters we’ve seen, and now will -you tell us what you have in mind?”</p> -<div class="img"> -<img src="images/p6.jpg" alt="When they were all settled comfortably...." width="500" height="484" /> -</div> -<p>Much to her surprise, Peggy found herself answering -as smoothly as if she had known all along -what she was going to do. “The first thing,” she -said, “is to make use of all the city records. Since a -license is required to operate a theater, there must -be a list of all the places in the city that have been -licensed. I’m going to go to City Hall, find the list, -and copy the names and addresses of every theater -that has been opened in the last fifty or sixty years.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_107">107</div> -<p>“Are you sure the city will let you see the records?” -Connie asked.</p> -<p>“Of course,” Peggy answered. “They have to. Anything -in the city files that doesn’t concern individuals -is a matter of public record. I learned that from my -father. He always said that the city or town archives -of any place were the best reference books a reporter -could want.”</p> -<p>“I think that makes good sense, Peggy,” Randy -commented. “But it’s going to be a long list. What -are you going to do when you’ve got it?”</p> -<p>“I’m not sure,” Peggy admitted, “but I think the -best thing to do would be to cut the list down before -I start to work with it.”</p> -<p>“I see,” Randy said. “That’s why you wanted the -list of theaters we’ve already visited, so you could -eliminate them.”</p> -<p>“Right. The next thing to do, I think,” Peggy went -on, with a dreamlike feeling that she did not know at -all what she was going to say next, “is to look up -theaters in the classified telephone book. All the ones -that are listed, I’ll eliminate from my list, on the -theory that they’re probably being used by somebody -right now.”</p> -<p>“Peggy, you’re a smart girl,” Pip said admiringly.</p> -<p>“You sure are,” Connie echoed.</p> -<p>“I won’t dispute that,” Randy agreed, “but I’m still -a little puzzled. When you’ve eliminated all the theaters -listed in the phone book from the theaters listed -by the license bureau, what will you have?”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_108">108</div> -<p>“What I’ll have,” Peggy said triumphantly, “is a -record of all the places in New York that started out -to be theaters and aren’t theaters now!”</p> -<p>“Wonderful!” Amy said. “Then you and I will go -to visit all the addresses and see if any of the places -aren’t being used, and if they’re for rent!”</p> -<p>“It makes a lot of sense,” Randy admitted. “But -you know, it’s going to take a lot of work and a lot of -walking. And disappointment, too. You won’t be able -to find even a trace of many of those theaters.”</p> -<p>“On the other hand,” Peggy answered, “we may -be able to find a hidden theater that nobody even -knows is there! And wouldn’t that be grand?”</p> -<p>“I can see it all now,” Pip said in a hollow voice. -“A huge, haunted opera house of a theater, its hangings -in tatters, its chandeliers covered with dust and -its stage peopled by the ghosts of players long gone! -There it sits, undiscovered, unknown, hiding behind -a Chinese restaurant just a block east of Broadway!”</p> -<p>“Don’t tease her, Pip,” Randy said. “I think Peggy -has a good idea, and it would be a pity to discourage -her before she gives it a try. Maybe she won’t find a -theater, but at least this is the most sensible way I’ve -heard of yet to start looking for one.”</p> -<p>A little shamefaced, Pip said, “I didn’t mean to -tease. You know me; I always want to turn everything -into a comedy routine. But, seriously, I think -this makes sense and, Peggy, if you need any help -in tracking down places, you can count on me!”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_109">109</div> -<p>All the others chimed in their agreement, and -Peggy thought proudly, and with some surprise, that -she had gotten herself out of a spot quite well. At -least Randy didn’t think she was a fool, and that -was something to be pleased about.</p> -<p>When lunch was finished, and the last crumbs had -been fed to the ducks, it was time to return to the -Academy. Peggy said good-by to Randy and went up -to her afternoon’s work.</p> -<p>Only by dint of the most intense concentration on -the study of Elizabethan drama did Peggy keep her -attention from the theater-hunting problem. But the -minute the class was ended, all other thoughts fled -from her mind. “Come on, Amy!” she said. “I’m heading -for City Hall right now!”</p> -<p>“I’m sorry, Peggy,” Amy said, “but you’ll have to -count me out today. I didn’t know that you’d have -any plans, so I made a date to have a soda with Mallory -Seton. I’ll go with you tomorrow, though.”</p> -<p>“And you accused <i>me</i> of looking for a boy friend -instead of a theater!” Peggy said with a grin. “If -anybody around here should blush, I think it’s you, -Amy Shelby Preston!”</p> -<p>“Why, Ah don’t know what yo’ talkin’ about!” -Amy said, in her best Southern belle manner. “Mistah -Seton asked me to join him, an’ Ah scarcely -thought it would be ladylike to refuse the gentleman!”</p> -<p>Then both girls dissolved into very unladylike giggles, -and Peggy made a dash for the elevator. “See -you tonight,” she called.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_110">110</div> -<h2 id="c11"><span class="h2line1">XI</span> -<br /><span class="h2line2"><i>Rehearsals</i></span></h2> -<p>“So. ’Ow marches the search for the theater, Peggee?” -Gaby asked, bouncing into the living room at -the Gramercy Arms.</p> -<p>“Awful,” Peggy admitted, looking up at Gaby -from her position on the floor. She was surrounded -by scraps of paper, pencils, a classified telephone -directory, and several assorted notebooks, guidebooks, -and city maps. “I think it would be easier to -list all the perfume shops in Paris than all the theaters -built in New York since the nineties.”</p> -<p>“Perfume shops! Pouf!” Gaby shrugged. “We -don’t ’ave so manee. Most of our perfume is export, -to Amérique. But theaters! Oh! You would ’ave the -same trouble in Paree as you ’ave ’ere. So, <i>bonne -chance</i>; mean to ’ave the good luck.” With a wave of -her hand she went upstairs.</p> -<p>“A little <i>bonne chance</i> is what I could use right -now,” Peggy confessed to Greta, Maggie, and Amy, -who were disposed in various chairs with books and -magazines.</p> -<p>“Anything I can help you with?” Maggie asked.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_111">111</div> -<p>“No, thanks, Maggie. I’m through the help stage. -Amy and I have spent every afternoon for the last -three days just trying to get a list of theaters from the -city archives. It’s not that they’re not helpful down -there. Everybody has been just as nice as can be, but -nothing’s easy to find. In the first place, all the records -aren’t kept in one big handy book, or in a list or anything -simple. Oh, no! They’re in dozens and dozens -of volumes marked by year, and we’re trying to go -back about seventy years. Not only that, but the -books aren’t separated by kinds of licenses, so that -you can’t just get a volume of theater licenses. You -have to look at each page to see what’s been licensed. -There are groceries and bakeries and amusement -parks and drugstores and hardware stores and livery -stables and saddlemakers and—”</p> -<p>“Well, at least you’ve gotten into the early years, -I see, if you’re on livery stables and saddlemakers,” -Greta commented.</p> -<p>“You’d think that it would be easier,” Maggie murmured. -“I mean, if you wanted to find out what year -the Ziegfeld Theater was licensed, for instance, -would you have to go through all that?”</p> -<p>“Oh, no,” Peggy answered. “They have an alphabetical -index by name, and you could go right to it. -But we don’t know the names of the places we’re -looking for, and that’s what makes it so difficult.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_112">112</div> -<p>“Even so ... what if the police needed to know, -for example, and they had to know really fast? Suppose -they wanted the names of all the theaters? -Would they have to do what you’re doing?” Maggie -asked.</p> -<p>“No,” Peggy answered, “and that’s one of the -things that makes this so frustrating. The Police Department -has all its own files, and the clerk who’s -been helping us says that we could find out what we -want to know from them in no time at all.”</p> -<p>“Then why...?” Greta began.</p> -<p>“Police files are for the use of the Police Department -for police business,” Peggy interrupted. “We’ve -been told that very emphatically.”</p> -<p>“And there aren’t any exceptions,” Amy added, -“so poor Peggy and I have had to make our own police -files.”</p> -<p>“And what’s worse,” Peggy went on gloomily, “is -the hours we’ve had to work at it. The bureau closes -at four-thirty sharp, and isn’t open on Saturday, and -we’re busy with school all day long. Amy and I don’t -finish with our last class until three o’clock, and -then we make a mad dash downtown. That gives us -about an hour a day to go through the books.”</p> -<p>“How close are you to finishing?” Greta asked.</p> -<p>“That’s the happy part. We finished 1890 today, -and that’s as far back as we’re going to go, unless -this batch turns up nothing for us. Then, I suppose, -we’ll try another ten years before we quit. My guess -is that anything built before 1880 wouldn’t be worth -looking into anyway. If it were still standing, it would -probably be an old rat’s nest.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_113">113</div> -<p>Maggie smiled. “Don’t let May Berriman hear you -say anything like that. This beautiful old house that -we’re living in was built in 1878, and it’s hardly a -rat’s nest! And you’ve passed the house that Washington -Irving lived in, just a few blocks south of -here? It’s still a fine-looking house, and I don’t know -how old it is, but Washington Irving died in 1859, -so it’s got to be a lot older than that!”</p> -<p>“Oh, Maggie!” Peggy wailed. “You haven’t made -me feel the least bit better! I thought I had a logical -date to stop looking, and that made things easier -somehow. Now you’ve opened up the whole thing -again!”</p> -<p>“Oh, don’t start to feel sorry for yourself yet,” -Greta put in. “You have a lot of work to do on the -theaters you’ve found since 1890 before you start to -think further back. And you may find just what you -want in that list.”</p> -<p>“I sure hope so,” Peggy agreed, smiling wanly. -“But I’ll never find it by lying here and talking. I’d -better get back to work.”</p> -<p>“Oh, no, you don’t!” Amy said. “What you’d better -do now is go upstairs and take a shower and fix -yourself up! Don’t forget it’s Friday night, we’ve got -a date tonight, and you have a lot to do before the -boys come.”</p> -<p>“But, Amy, it’s still early, isn’t it?” Peggy asked. -Then, with a glance at the grandfather clock in the -corner, she gasped. “Oh! Six o’clock already and -they’re coming at seven! And I haven’t even begun! -Why didn’t you tell me?”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_114">114</div> -<p>Sweeping up all her papers, notebooks, and other -gear in a single gesture, she bounced out of the room -with Amy right behind her, protesting that she -hadn’t realized herself how late it had grown, and -that she too had a lot to do to get ready, and....</p> -<p>But before she could finish her sentence, Peggy -had dropped her papers, grabbed a towel and bathrobe -and raced for the bathroom. With the door held -open the merest crack, Peggy peeped through, grinning -broadly at Amy, who stood in the hall still -apologizing.</p> -<p>“You’re forgiven,” Peggy said impishly, “but your -punishment for loafing and not watching the time -while I was working is that I get the bathroom first!” -Then she quickly shut the door before her friend -could push her way through.</p> -<p>“I don’t care!” Amy called through the door. “I -can always use the other one upstairs!”</p> -<p>“You can,” Peggy answered with a laugh, “if you -can figure a way to get Irene the Beautiful Model -out. She always goes in at six o’clock, and it would -take an atomic bomb to get her out before seven! -You’ll just have to wait for me!”</p> -<p>Any further conversation was made impossible by -the noise of the water running, and Amy resigned -herself with a philosophical sigh, telling herself that -it was probably better for Peggy to go first anyway, -because she always finished quickly, as if that made -a difference, which, of course, it did not.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_115">115</div> -<p>The timing, however, must have made sense in -some mysterious way, because both girls were ready -at precisely the same moment. It was at the exact instant -that the grandfather clock began to chime -softly that Amy and Peggy both stepped from their -rooms into the hall and said, in chorus, “You look -lovely! How do I look?”</p> -<p>Laughing at themselves, each girl whirled around -and showed herself to the other. Peggy’s turn made a -wide sweep of her black taffeta dress with its black -satin cummerbund smartly making the most of her -trim figure. For this special occasion, her first real -date in New York, she had put her hair up and skillfully -used a little eye make-up. Her long, slender -neck was accentuated by a single string of pearls, -which were echoed by her tiny pearl earrings.</p> -<p>Amy had chosen to set off her pale, blond beauty -with a brocaded dress of dark, lustrous green that -seemed to add a green glint to her brown eyes. She -wore a delicate, flat gold necklace, small gold earrings -and a slim, antique gold bracelet set with semiprecious -stones.</p> -<p>As Peggy fastened a hook and eye for Amy (it was -located in that one spot that just cannot be reached), -the last notes of the clock sounded, followed immediately -by the sound of the doorbell.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_116">116</div> -<p>“That’s Randy and Mal now!” Peggy said. “We’re -all so prompt that it’s hardly possible!” She ran down -the stairs to answer the door, Amy at her heels, and -a few minutes later, the four were strolling down the -street arm in arm.</p> -<p>“You sure look beautiful tonight—both of you,” -Randy said. “I’m glad that I decided to wear a tie!”</p> -<p>“If you hadn’t, I’d have sent you right home to get -one,” Peggy said firmly. “And besides, you did say -that we should dress up for dinner and dancing. -That is, if you’ll put up with me. I’ve never danced -with a professional dancer before.”</p> -<p>“Oh, I’m not a dancer, really,” Randy said. “I’m a -hoofer. You know, tap and soft-shoe and a couple of -gestures and turns that make the customers think I -studied ballet. Mostly I dance just enough to carry -off the singing, so that the act will have a little movement. -I hate singers who just stand there and croon.”</p> -<p>“Where did you study singing?” Peggy asked.</p> -<p>“Oh, I’m not really a singer,” Randy said with a -grin. “I just sing enough so the customers won’t notice -that I’m not dancing well!”</p> -<p>“I’d love to see you work and make up my own -mind,” Peggy said. “When can I get a chance?”</p> -<p>With an expression halfway between a smile and -a frown, Randy answered, “I hope that you never -get a chance. I’m not working now, and with any -luck, I won’t have to do night-club work again. -I’ve always wanted to write for the theater, and I -believe in the play we’re doing now, so I’ve turned -down all engagements until we get it produced. It -may be the break I need. I’ve been able to put away -enough to live on for a while, so I don’t need the -night clubs. If the play flops, though, I can always go -back to them, much as I don’t want to.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_117">117</div> -<p>“In that case, I hope I never get a chance to see -your act, too,” Peggy said.</p> -<p>“A sensible wish!” Mal put in. “I’ve seen it, and I -tell you, as a singer and dancer, Red Brewster—as -he bills himself—is a darn good playwright. I won’t -say it’s the worst night-club act in New York, -but—”</p> -<p>“I know,” Randy interrupted cheerfully, “but it -is.”</p> -<p>“But he makes a living at it,” Amy protested, taking -the lighthearted insults a little too seriously.</p> -<p>“Just proves an old contention of mine,” Mal answered -airily, “that the public has a lot more money -than taste!”</p> -<p>By this time, they had reached Fourteenth Street, -a wide, busy thoroughfare bright with neon lights and -gaudy store windows crammed full of bargain merchandise. -It hardly looked the sort of neighborhood -to come to dressed as they were, and for a moment -Peggy had a feeling that Randy hadn’t been joking -about coming without a tie. “Where are we going?” -she asked cautiously, not wanting to offend the boys.</p> -<p>Randy laughed. “I wondered whether or not you -knew about Fourteenth Street. Since you’re so deep -in the history of the theater, I thought that we’d take -you right into some. This run-down street was once -the heart of the fashionable theater district!” He -waved a hand to indicate the tawdry movie houses, -the corner hot-dog stands, the poolrooms, the pizza -places.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_118">118</div> -<p>“This?” Peggy said.</p> -<p>“This,” Randy answered solemnly. “And the -funny thing is that this is far from being a bad neighborhood. -Especially when you compare it with some -of the places you’ll be visiting in the next few days!”</p> -<p>“You see that movie house?” Mal said, pointing to -a place plastered with signs for a double horror -monster show. “That was once the most famous -musical theater in the city. And the Irving Theater -over there was a great dramatic showcase.”</p> -<p>“But why are we here tonight?” Amy asked in bewilderment.</p> -<p>“To show you that, in the ashes of the past, a -good bit of the past still flourishes with no sign of -decay,” Mal intoned dramatically.</p> -<p>“He means,” Randy interpreted, “that we’re here -to eat dinner at Luchow’s, one of the best restaurants -in the city. It’s German, not Chinese, and you pronounce -it with a German <i>ch</i> that sounds like a -cough, if you can. If you can’t, you settle on ‘Loo-shau’s,’ -which most people do. It’s been here since -the theater district was here, and it hasn’t changed -at all through all these years. Diamond Jim Brady -and Lillian Russell and Tony Pastor ate here, and -tonight we’re going to do the same!”</p> -<p>With a bow and a flourish, Mal and Randy opened -the doors and led the girls into, not just a restaurant, -but another century and another world.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_119">119</div> -<h2 id="c12"><span class="h2line1">XII</span> -<br /><span class="h2line2"><i>Intermission</i></span></h2> -<p>Peggy had never seen anything like it! The tremendous, -high-ceilinged rooms paneled in darkly polished -brown wood led in a seemingly endless procession -from one to the other, connected by arch -after arch. In front of them, across the first room, -four steps mounted up to a kind of gallery, itself an -immense chamber that stretched back as far as one -could see. In the front of the gallery, near the steps, -a small, three-piece orchestra played Viennese waltz -music. Peggy noted with amusement that the three -musicians looked as old as the restaurant, almost as -if they had been playing ever since opening night.</p> -<p>To the right, an oversized archway connected the -room they were in with what appeared to be the central -room of the place, even higher and more glittering -than the others. Peggy’s eyes mounted up toward -the ceiling, which appeared to be three or more -stories high, and she saw that it was a kind of old-fashioned -leaded glass skylight.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_120">120</div> -<p>Another arch between the rooms contained the -largest ship model that she had ever seen. It was a -full-rigged ship and stood easily six feet high. Everything -here was on such a large scale! Even the beer -steins that stood all around on shelves high on the -paneled walls were immense. Some would easily hold -two quarts of beer.</p> -<p>Everywhere were waiters scurrying about between -the crowded tables, carrying trays loaded -to improbable heights with dishes, glasses, covered -serving vessels, baskets of bread, rolls, and cheeses. -The whole place glittered with hundreds of lights, -each caught and reflected in the tall mirrors, the -glassware and the polished wood.</p> -<p>And the noise! The many conversations, the clink -of silver on dishes, the rattle of glasses, the waltz -tunes of the small orchestra, all blended into one -happy, congenial roar.</p> -<p>Peggy and Amy stood dazzled by the sights and -sounds of Luchow’s, and tried to get their bearings, -while Randy and Mal checked their reservations -with the headwaiter. Soon they were assigned by this -impressive personage to a lesser headwaiter whom -Peggy thought of as their guide. This gentleman, -beckoning them to follow, plunged into the jungle -of tables and, in a kind of safari fashion, they -tracked him through several rooms, up some steps to -a gallery like the one on which the band was playing, -and to a large round table by the rail.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_121">121</div> -<p>It was not until they were seated that Peggy realized -that there was not an endless number of rooms, -but only about six. The illusion was caused by giant -mirrors on either wall, set in arched frames like the -arches that separated the rooms. Even so, it was the -biggest and busiest restaurant that either she or -Amy had ever seen.</p> -<p>“Well, what do you think of it?” Randy asked. -When Peggy replied with a smile and a bewildered -shake of her head, he continued, “I know. It always -affects me that way, too, but I still love to come here. -This is what New York was really like in the Gay -Nineties, and they haven’t changed a thing that they -didn’t have to change. Even the lighting fixtures,” -he pointed out, “are the original gaslights, except -that they’ve had to wire them for electricity. But the -best thing is—as it should be—the food. That hasn’t -changed either. Let’s order now, then we can talk.”</p> -<p>The menu, Peggy thought, was of a size to match -the restaurant, and it was crammed with dishes she -had never heard of, most with German names, many -with British names. At Randy’s suggestion, she let -him order her dinner, which was sauerbraten, the -house specialty. Amy, less adventurous about food, -settled for roast beef. Randy ordered a lobster for -himself, and Mal asked for roast larded saddle of -hare, which made Amy shudder a little.</p> -<p>“I just don’t like the idea of eating rabbits,” she -explained. “They’re such cute little things!”</p> -<p>Mal grinned. “If you once start to think like that,” -he said, “you’d have a hard time eating at all. Think -about all those cute lambs, and those nice, sweet-tempered -cows. And think about—”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_122">122</div> -<p>“I do my best not to think about them,” Amy interrupted, -“and if you don’t stop, I’m going to order -a vegetable dinner and have an awful time!”</p> -<p>Still, when the food came, she and Peggy consented -to try the hare, and were forced to agree that -it was one of the most delicious things they had ever -tasted. Amy also liked Peggy’s sauerbraten, which -was a kind of sweet-and-sour pot roast of beef, done -in a rich brown gravy and served with potato dumplings -and red cabbage.</p> -<p>“You know, it’s an odd thing the way Americans -eat,” Mal said between bites of the saddle of hare. -“I’ll wager that there are millions of people in this -country who have never eaten anything but beef and -pork and perhaps a bit of fish. And I don’t mean poor -people, either. I found out on my first tours here that -there are many parts of the country where you can’t -even get lamb or veal, and mutton is almost unheard -of.”</p> -<p>“Is it very different in England?” Peggy asked.</p> -<p>Randy answered before Mal had a chance to reply. -“In England they eat things that would make the -average American turn pale with fright.” He laughed. -“They eat suet puddings and kidney pies and -chopped toad....”</p> -<p>“Chopped toad!” Amy almost shrieked.</p> -<p>“It’s not at all what it sounds,” Mal explained in -his most British tones. “It’s actually a sort of a hamburger -thing, and it’s not made of toads or anything -like toads. And, personally, I can’t stand it.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_123">123</div> -<p>“Is the food the reason why you left England?” -Amy asked teasingly.</p> -<p>“Partly,” Mal said with a smile. “But not because -I didn’t like it. I liked it well enough when I could -get it. The reason I left was that I wasn’t able to -earn enough money to eat with any degree of regularity. -When I got a part with an American movie -company that was filming a picture in England, I -was asked to come back with them, and I jumped -at the chance. I made a few films in Hollywood, -and then I decided to come to New York.”</p> -<p>“Why did you leave pictures?” Peggy asked. “I -mean, if you were working, and if you were starting -to be an established actor, why did you come to the -Academy to study?”</p> -<p>“I didn’t like the roles I was being given,” Mal -answered. “It’s because of my face, you know. I -look like a young thug, so I was given nothing but -young thug parts. But, when you come to think of -it, how many roles are there for young thugs with -English accents? Besides, I didn’t want to spend the -whole of my life in cops-and-robbers films. I decided -that I should try the stage, where I might have a -chance to play a variety of roles. Also, I thought I -might like to direct. The trouble was that I had no -experience with stage technique, so I applied to the -Academy for a year of basic training. It was there -that I met Randy, who has given me my first chance -to direct, and now that I’ve had a taste of it, I know -that’s what I really want to do.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_124">124</div> -<p>“It’s nice of you to say that I’ve given you a chance -to direct,” Randy put in, “but unless Peggy and -Amy can produce a theater, I’m afraid that the -chance will be a strictly imaginary one. Which reminds -me, how are you girls doing with the search?”</p> -<p>Peggy told him about the troubles they had encountered -in making up a list, and he nodded sympathetically. -“We’re finished with that part of it -now,” she said in tones of relief, “and we only have -to finish checking against the phone book before we -go out to look.”</p> -<p>“And when will you start?” Randy asked.</p> -<p>“Tomorrow afternoon, I think,” she said. “We -ought to be done with the telephone book by noon, -if we don’t sleep the whole morning away as a result -of this heavy dinner. Then we can look in the afternoon.”</p> -<p>“Sounds good,” Randy said. “It looks as if the best -help we can give you is to see to it that you work off -this dinner so that you don’t waste the morning in -sleep! What do you suggest, Mal?”</p> -<p>“Dancing,” Mal said firmly. “Best way to get rid -of the full feeling. But, unfortunately, I can’t dance -on an empty stomach, so we’d best order a sweet, -right?”</p> -<p>The girls and Randy protested with groans, but -somehow managed to eat every scrap of the thin -pancakes with lingonberries that Mal ordered for -them. A final cup of coffee, and then it was time to go.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_125">125</div> -<p>“I feel as if my dress is going to split any minute!” -Peggy whispered to Amy. “I don’t know if I’ll be able -to walk to the door, much less dance!”</p> -<p>Stepping out of Luchow’s, leaving its noise, gaiety, -and glitter behind, was once more like making a -transition between worlds. Fourteenth Street, now -almost deserted, looked even sadder and more run-down -than before. The night lights in the windows -of the closed shops cast baleful gleams on the pavement; -the thin sound of a cheap dance band far off -lent its sad jazz beat to the relatively quiet night. -Peggy shivered a little in the first chill of autumn.</p> -<p>“It’s like two different cities, in there and out -here,” she said. “It’s a shame, isn’t it, that the real -one is out here?”</p> -<p>Catching her mood, Randy put a reassuring arm -about her shoulders. “It’s two hundred different -cities,” he said, “and the real one is wherever you -happen to be at the moment. So let’s leave this one, -to make it unreal, and go uptown. By the time we -turn our backs on this, it will disappear.”</p> -<p>And it did disappear, or nearly, in the sophisticated -decor and subdued harmonies of the St. Regis -Roof. Randy was, as Peggy had suspected, a fine -dancer. His lightness and his certainty helped her, -and she knew that she had never danced so well -before. But even as they floated about the gleaming -floor, the sounds of the elegant music could not -quite drown out the tinny jazz sound of Fourteenth -Street that echoed in her mind.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_126">126</div> -<p>No, she thought, Randy had not been altogether -right. This beautiful room, these handsome, well-dressed -people were not nearly so real as the world -outside. And it was that world, in which she would -start her search tomorrow, that stayed uppermost in -her thoughts through the rest of the dreamlike night -with its dancing, its carriage ride around the park -and (or was this too a dream?) Randy’s gentle -good-night kiss on the steps of the Gramercy Arms.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_127">127</div> -<h2 id="c13"><span class="h2line1">XIII</span> -<br /><span class="h2line2"><i>The Hidden City</i></span></h2> -<p>When the list was completed, Peggy had found -over forty theaters built since 1890 and not currently -listed as theaters in the classified phone book. -Now there was nothing to do except visit each one to -see if it was still there at all, and if there, to see what -it was being used for. Checking the addresses -against her city map and street-number guide, Peggy -listed those that she would visit first.</p> -<p>“I’ve started out with a group I think we can cover -in one afternoon,” she explained to Amy. “And the -district I’ve picked is not too far away from most -of the off-Broadway theaters in Greenwich Village. -I’d like it best if we could find a theater near where -people are used to going, or at least in districts that -are easy to get to by bus or subway.”</p> -<p>“Don’t worry too much about that,” Greta commented -from the depths of an easy chair. “If you -can just find a place to put on the play, and if the -play is good, people will come. Even if they have to -walk, or pay tremendous cab fares. That’s one wonderful -thing about New York. People love the theater, -and they’re willing to go through all kinds of -hardships to see a good play.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_128">128</div> -<p>“The proof of that is the prices people pay to see a -Broadway show,” Amy agreed. “Six and eight dollars -a seat for some of them!”</p> -<p>“And that’s at box-office prices,” Irene commented. -“They pay twenty-five dollars to a ticket -broker sometimes to see a really popular show. I -think that the thing to be in this business is a broker, -not an actress. That’s where the big money is!”</p> -<p>“We’ll remember that when we get our theater,” -Peggy said, laughing. “I’ll put aside a whole lot of -seats in my name, and if the show’s a hit I’ll make a -fortune on them!”</p> -<p>“No theater, no tickets,” Amy said dryly. “And no -show either. We’d better get going now.”</p> -<p>The area that Peggy had decided to cover first -was a section south of Fourteenth Street, and somewhat -farther east than where they had been. This -was an old part of town, in which the theater had -once been centered even before it had moved “uptown” -to Fourteenth Street. (Fourteenth Street itself -is now very much downtown from the present theater -district in the west Forties and Fifties.)</p> -<p>This old district had seen wave after wave of immigrants -come from various lands. Each nation had -left its mark. There were Russian stores, Rumanian -restaurants, Irish bars, Jewish delicatessens, Italian -grocery stores, and Spanish shops of all sorts.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_129">129</div> -<p>“It’s like looking at a cross section of certain kinds -of rocks,” Peggy said. “You know, the kinds that give -you a million-year history of the earth and the kinds -of life that have come and gone. Finding all these -traces of different languages and peoples is sort of -like geology.”</p> -<p>“Yes,” Amy agreed, “and you can tell pretty well -which groups came to the neighborhood first and -which ones followed, and which are the latest. I’d -say the Irish were first, and then the Rumanians and -the Russians, a lot of whom were Jewish, and finally -the Puerto Ricans. Look at that store!”</p> -<p>She pointed to an old building with store windows -lettered “<i>Carnecería</i>,” which is Spanish for -“butcher shop.” Over the windows was a faded old -signboard which the present tenants had neglected -to remove. Its gilt letters, nearly illegible, read, -“A. Y. Ravotsky, Inc.,” and on either side of the lettering, -carved into the wood, was an Irish shamrock -and harp.</p> -<p>“It’s like a one-stop history of New York!” Peggy -said. “I’ll bet if you dug underneath it you’d find -Dutch shoes and Indian arrowheads!”</p> -<p>A few blocks’ walk brought them to their first address. -There was no sign of a theater at all. In its -place was a large, squat hospital; on its cornerstone -appeared the date it was built—1912.</p> -<p>“Well, that takes care of Hewett’s Theater,” Peggy -said sadly, crossing off the name on her list. “Now -let’s try the Emperor. It’s only two blocks away.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_130">130</div> -<p>The Emperor Theater was now effectively disguised -as a Greek Orthodox church, complete with a -turnip-shaped steeple and a Russian signboard outside. -The next theater on the list was a large and -gaudy caterer’s hall, used for weddings, parties, lodge -meetings, and dances, according to its poster. The -next two on the list had also totally disappeared, giving -way to a garage and an apartment house.</p> -<p>“This is hardly encouraging,” Amy said. “I somehow -feel already that we’re on a wild-goose chase.”</p> -<p>“Amy, this is no time to get discouraged!” Peggy -said. “Why, we’ve only gone to five places, and we’ve -got nearly forty more on the list! And, after all, it’s -not as if we were looking for a dozen theaters. All -we want is one, so I don’t care if all but one prove to -be shut or converted. And we have to see them all, -just in case it’s the last one that turns out to be for -us!”</p> -<p>“That makes sense,” Amy agreed, “and I certainly -don’t want to quit. It’s just that I wish we -had hit it right the first time!”</p> -<p>“You’re a lazy girl,” Peggy reproached her. “Do -you know the way I feel about it? Even if we had -found a good theater on our first call, I’d still want -to see everything else on the list, just to make sure -that we had the best one!”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_131">131</div> -<p>After some more walking, in which they found -two more missing theaters and one that had been -converted to a funeral parlor, they decided to stop -for lunch in a delicatessen where sausages of every -shape and size hung like decorations from the ceiling. -They sat at a small table near open barrels of -pickles, pickled tomatoes, and sauerkraut and stuffed -themselves with corned-beef sandwiches on fresh, -fragrant rye bread dotted with caraway seeds, homemade -potato salad, cole slaw, and pickles. Afterward, -they felt much better, and more heartened for the -rest of the day’s search.</p> -<p>As they worked their way downtown, the neighborhood -began to change once more, and the girls -were unable to guess what might be the nationality -of the dark, strong-faced people they now saw -about them. The signs on the windows didn’t help -either, being in a language they could not identify.</p> -<p>It might have remained a mystery, had they not -been stopped by a policeman who said, “What are -a couple of nice-looking girls like you doing in the -Gypsy section? This is no place to sight-see, you -know. I’d advise you to take a guided tour.”</p> -<p>“We’re not sight-seeing,” Peggy said. “We’re looking -for an address—actually for an old theater. -Maybe you can help us. We want to find the Burke -Theater, if it still exists.”</p> -<p>The policeman was puzzled until Peggy showed -him the address, and then he smiled broadly. “Well, -you might just as well forget it,” he said. “It might -have been a theater once, but not any longer. The -Settlement House has it now, and it’s the local -boys’ club, complete with a gymnasium equipped -for every sport. It’s done a lot of good in this neighborhood, -I can tell you.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_132">132</div> -<p>Peggy and Amy thanked him, and then asked him -about the Gypsies. They hadn’t realized there were -any in the city—or at least not enough to make up a -whole district.</p> -<p>“It’s not a large district,” he said. “No more than a -thousand or so, at the most. At least that’s what they -say, but it’s not easy getting them to hold still to be -counted. They’re good people, once you get to know -them. Only they speak a language nobody can understand, -and their ways are different. If I were you, -I wouldn’t hang around here much.”</p> -<p>Thanking him, the girls left, not without casting a -few glances back over their shoulders until they were -sure they were clear of the area.</p> -<p>The remaining theaters on their first day’s list were -to the west of the Gypsy district, and these too -proved to offer nothing. The district they now found -themselves in was on the outskirts of Chinatown, and -was half Chinese and half mixed-New-York. Of the -theaters on the list for this part of town, one had -been at one time a Chinese movie house, and was -now a Rescue Mission. Signboards in rusty black -with large white lettering warned sinners to repent, -and offered soup and bread to anyone who attended -the services. From inside, the girls heard some -wheezy voices and an even wheezier organ sounding -the plaintive notes of a hymn.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_133">133</div> -<p>Peggy realized with a start that this was the Bowery, -the sinister, pathetic district inhabited by the -poorest examples of humanity—those who had almost -resigned from the human race. Looking about -her, she saw tattered men in doorways, sleeping figures -huddled under stairs, groups of tough-looking -tramps standing idly on street corners. She was suddenly -aware that she and Amy were the only women -in sight.</p> -<p>“Amy,” she said in a shaky voice, “I’m afraid we -shouldn’t have come here! This is the Bowery, and -you remember what the guide said about it when -we took that bus trip. He called it the worst district -of the city!”</p> -<p>“Oh dear!” Amy whispered, looking nervously -about her. “What should we do now?”</p> -<p>“I think we’d better go,” Peggy said. “Chinatown -starts right across the street, and I remember what -the guide said about that, too. He said not to believe -all the old mystery stories; Chinatown is just about -the safest place in the city. The Chinese have practically -no criminals among them, and any tourist is -safe there. Let’s go!”</p> -<p>Trying to look as inconspicuous as possible, and -doing all they could to avoid the appearance of -hurrying, Peggy and Amy crossed the street and -turned into a narrow alley between two Chinese -food shops whose windows were filled with things -that neither girl could identify.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_134">134</div> -<p>Once more they were made aware of the sudden -changeability of the city. In no time at all, they were -out of the frightening streets of the Bowery and in -the crowded, noisy, bright-colored center of Chinatown. -The streets, so narrow that in some places the -sidewalks were scarcely a foot wide, were lined with -restaurants, gift shops, importing houses that specialized -in tea and spices, and more of the oddly -stocked Oriental groceries and markets. Somewhat -shaken by their fear on the Bowery, they stopped for -tea and rice cookies in a large Chinese restaurant, -where they sat at a small table on a balcony overhanging -the main street of the district.</p> -<p>“I think we’d better stop looking for theaters today,” -Peggy suggested. “Besides, it’s after five-thirty -now, and almost time for dinner. Why don’t we look -around some of the shops here, and then come back -to this restaurant for dinner? We can look for theaters -again tomorrow.”</p> -<p>Amy agreed, but looked pained at the suggestion -that they do more searching the next day. “I don’t -know how you can stand it,” she said. “My feet are -killing me from today’s walk. Why don’t we wait -awhile?”</p> -<p>“Because tomorrow’s Sunday,” Peggy replied -firmly, “and it’s our last chance to get in a full day’s -looking before next week. After-school hours just -aren’t enough. If we really want to check out this -whole list, we have to work weekends.”</p> -<p>Amy sighed. “My worst habit isn’t laziness,” she -said, “it’s picking the wrong kind of friends. If I had -known, when we first met, how much energy you -have, I would have refused to know you!”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_135">135</div> -<h2 id="c14"><span class="h2line1">XIV</span> -<br /><span class="h2line2"><i>The Hidden Theater</i></span></h2> -<p>Sunday, like Saturday, produced one blank after another.</p> -<p>Peggy and Amy saw theaters that had been turned -into television studios, union halls, social clubs, and -lodges; theaters converted to restaurants and supermarkets; -sites of theaters long vanished and forgotten -now occupied by office buildings, apartment houses -or the blank-faced, featureless warehouses that fill -much of lower Manhattan.</p> -<p>On Monday, when their last class was over at two-thirty, -Peggy once more took up her list and her -bundle of city maps and guides. “Let’s go, Amy,” she -said in tones of mixed determination and resignation. -“We’ve got a couple of hours this afternoon, and we -might as well use them.”</p> -<p>“Why don’t we take the afternoon off?” Amy -asked. “My feet are just killing me, and I’m sure if I -walk for another two hours I’ll come down with an -awful blister. We can look again tomorrow, after a -day’s rest.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_136">136</div> -<p>Peggy considered the suggestion for a moment. It -would be a relief to take an afternoon off and just -loaf about the house. But then she shook her head. -“No. If we don’t have any luck, we can take tomorrow -off, but I’d like to go out again today. There’s a -meeting of the players tonight at Connie’s, you know, -and I’d love to be able to report that we found -something today. Let’s give it a try.”</p> -<p>“All right, Peggy,” Amy agreed, “if you’re game, -so am I. And it would be nice to have some good -news for the gang tonight. I’m just afraid that we’ll -put a damper on the evening when we show up all -tired out with some more of our usual bad news.”</p> -<p>Peggy half agreed, but knew that if she gave in -and let down her pace, she might never again get -up the kind of drive she had been working on for the -last week. With a deep breath and a determined expression, -she swept Amy off with her.</p> -<p>“The section we’re looking in today,” she explained -as they walked to the subway, “is a little -west and south of Greenwich Village. It’s mostly -warehouses now, but there were once several theaters -there, and since there’s been almost no new construction -in the area in the last fifty years, there’s a -chance that some of the theaters have been left -alone. I’m particularly interested in two of them that -I think have a better chance of being there than the -others we’ve looked for.”</p> -<p>“Why should these two have a better chance?” -Amy asked.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_137">137</div> -<p>“The licenses show that there were several theaters -built in the city at one time in a way that got around -the fire laws. The law said that you couldn’t build a -theater with any other kind of space over it, and with -land so expensive, it kept a lot of people from building -theaters. So a few smart builders put theaters on -the top floors of office buildings, and got more rentable -space on their ground that way. I’ve found permits -for over a dozen of these top-floor theaters.”</p> -<p>“But why should they still be there,” Amy asked, -“any more than any of the other old theaters?”</p> -<p>“Two reasons,” Peggy answered. “In the first -place, nobody would want to convert a top-floor theater -to a restaurant or a garage or anything like that. -And in the second place, the district we’re going to -has practically no apartment buildings in it, and that -means that there aren’t residents in the neighborhood -to want to use a theater for a social club or a church or -a funeral parlor. I have a feeling that we’re going to -find our theater here, if we find it anywhere.”</p> -<p>Amy agreed with Peggy’s logic and further noted -that, if they did find a theater in this district, it -would be a good location. There were two subway -lines that had stops on either side of the area, and -several bus lines as well.</p> -<p>These observations gave them a somewhat more -cheerful outlook, and it was with a renewed sense of -anticipation that they came up from the subway -and started their search in this promising new district.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_138">138</div> -<p>The streets in this part of town were narrow, and -crowded with trucks that were backed up at all angles -to loading platforms that ran like boardwalks -along the fronts of the buildings. Most of the buildings -were produce markets where wholesale food -merchants received the meats, vegetables, fruits, and -packaged goods that fed the city. Wide protective -canopies that overhung their fronts gave the loading -platforms the appearance of old-fashioned porches. -Other buildings were warehouses, obviously designed -for storage. Their blank windowless walls and -heavy steel doors made them look like ancient fortresses. -Here and there, between these and the produce -markets, stood the most familiar kind of New -York business building, the so-called “loft,” used -for light industry or, occasionally, offices. It was in -front of one of these that Peggy stopped.</p> -<p>“Here’s our first address,” she said. “According to -my list, a theater was licensed here by the original -construction permit in 1892.”</p> -<p>Amy looked at the worn, red brick front, unconvinced. -“A theater here? I can’t imagine it! Maybe -this place was built later, after the original building -with the theater was torn down.”</p> -<p>Peggy shook her head. “No, I don’t think so. I’ve -gotten pretty good at architecture in the last few -days, and I think I can guess the date of a New -York building within a couple of years. This wasn’t -built much later than 1892. It must be the original -building with the theater. Let’s see if we can get any -clue to it.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_139">139</div> -<p>The girls walked across the street in order to get a -better view of the building and, as soon as they -turned to look, Peggy’s eyes lighted. “Look up!” she -said. “There’s a theater up there, all right!”</p> -<p>“How do you know?” Amy asked wonderingly.</p> -<p>“Look at the windows! The first five floors have -windows all the same height—a normal ceiling -height. But the top floor has windows that must -be twenty feet high! That means that the ceiling -height is over twenty feet up there. What else could -it be but the theater?”</p> -<p>“You must be right!” Amy agreed with excitement. -“What do we do now?”</p> -<p>“Let’s see if there’s a janitor or anyone who can -tell us about it; if it’s being used, and what for. Even -if someone’s using it, we might be able to rent it -from him if we can pay him more than he’s paying -now. Let’s go and look!”</p> -<p>They ran across the street and into the vestibule of -the building, but when Peggy tried the door, she -found it locked. A small sign on the door read <span class="sc">O & O -TRUCKING Co</span>. And the same name was written over -the bank of mailboxes. Apparently there were no -other tenants in the building, and nobody seemed to -be in the O & O offices.</p> -<p>“We can always write to them,” Amy suggested, -“or we can try them on the phone until we find someone -in.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_140">140</div> -<p>“I guess we’ll have to,” Peggy agreed. But then -she noticed the doorbell, almost invisible under -many layers of thick green paint. “Wait a minute! -Let’s see if the bell works. Maybe there’s a watchman, -or somebody else.”</p> -<div class="img"> -<img src="images/p7.jpg" alt="The door swung open" width="500" height="344" /> -</div> -<p>A push at the button produced a loud ringing from -deep within the building. Its sound seemed to echo -for seconds after Peggy released the button.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_141">141</div> -<p>“If there’s anybody in there, that’s going to bring -him,” she said. After a few minutes’ wait, she decided -to try again. This time, at the same instant that -she touched the doorbell, the door swung open, revealing -a man in dirty overalls who stood blinking at -the light and regarding them with a scowl.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_142">142</div> -<p>“Whatta ya want?” he grated.</p> -<p>“Are you the superintendent?” Peggy asked politely.</p> -<p>“I’m the janitor. Whatta ya wanta know for?”</p> -<p>“Well, we’re just wondering about the theater upstairs—”</p> -<p>“Theater? Ain’t no theater here, kid,” the man -growled, and started to shut the door.</p> -<p>“Wait!” Peggy said, holding the door open. -“There is a theater upstairs! We know there is! All -I want to know is what it’s used for.”</p> -<p>“It ain’t used for nothin’,” the janitor started -angrily. Then he stopped himself, remembering his -first statement. “Besides, you got the wrong place. -Like I said, no theater here. Now beat it!” With an -extra push, he slammed the door shut, and Peggy -and Amy once more were faced with nothing more -enlightening than the O & O sign.</p> -<p>“Why, I’ve never in my life seen such awful manners!” -Amy said, almost with a stamp of her foot. -“I’m going to write to that company as soon as we -get home and tell them about—”</p> -<p>“Amy,” Peggy interrupted, “I think you’re getting -excited about the wrong thing. Let’s get away from -here and talk this over.”</p> -<p>But before leaving the district, she crossed the -street once more to be sure that she was not mistaken -about the building. Her second look convinced -her that she had been right. Those windows could -only mean a high-ceilinged room of some sort, and -the license clearly stated that it had been a theater.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_143">143</div> -<p>“Amy, there’s just one thing to do now. We’ve got -to check the city records again, this time to see the -plans of this building. Then, once we’re sure it’s a -theater, we’ve got some thinking to do before we -act.”</p> -<p>“But why would that janitor say there was no theater -there if there is one?” Amy said.</p> -<p>“That’s the question,” Peggy agreed darkly. “I -want to know why he said that, and I want to know -what the place is being used for.”</p> -<p>“But, Peggy,” Amy protested, “why should we go -poking into other people’s business? We already -know that they’re not going to rent us this theater, -and that they’re downright unpleasant people. Why -don’t we just cross this one off, and go look at the -others on your list?”</p> -<p>“Amy, you’re not thinking clearly,” Peggy said patiently. -“It seems to me that the only reason anyone -would have for acting the way that janitor did is -that there’s something wrong going on in there—something -that makes it important for them to keep -people out.”</p> -<p>“If that’s the case,” Amy said reasonably, “why -did the janitor act so suspiciously? If he had just -said that the theater’s been converted to some other -use and isn’t for rent, we would have gone away -and not thought a thing about it.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_144">144</div> -<p>“That’s true,” Peggy agreed, “but I think we -caught him off guard. After all, it’s undoubtedly the -first time anyone’s come around to ask him about -the theater, and he just didn’t know what to say. -Besides, I don’t think he’s very smart. He’s certainly -not the man in charge of whatever crooked -business is going on in there.”</p> -<p>“If you’re sure it’s something crooked, why don’t -we just report it to the police?” Amy asked.</p> -<p>“We can’t go to the police with just our suspicions,” -Peggy replied. “They want some kind of indication -that there’s something illegal before they -can investigate. In fact, I know they can’t even get -a search warrant without evidence. No, I’m afraid -we’ll have to look into this on our own.”</p> -<p>“But, Peggy,” Amy protested, “we’re supposed to -be looking for a theater, not playing cops and robbers!”</p> -<p>“This <i>is</i> looking for a theater,” Peggy said intently. -“If we uncover something crooked going on -in there, and if we can convince the police of it, -that building’s going to be vacant pretty soon. Come -on! Let’s dig up the plans for this place before the -Bureau closes for the night! I want to see what -kind of stage the group is going to have to play on!”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_145">145</div> -<h2 id="c15"><span class="h2line1">XV</span> -<br /><span class="h2line2"><i>The Stage Door</i></span></h2> -<p>This time, knowing the name and address of the theater, -and knowing exactly what they were looking -for, the girls had little trouble finding the file set of -plans for the theater, kept with the Fire Department -as a record of the seating plan, capacity, and exits.</p> -<p>Mason’s Starlight Theater, as the place had originally -been called, had a good working stage plan, -not too wide, but with extraordinarily good depth. It -accommodated four hundred seats, which was a -small auditorium by Broadway standards, but larger -than most of the off-Broadway houses. Wing and fly -space was generous, to allow for easy movement -of scenery off to the sides (or wings) or up on ropes -and pulleys to the flies. The dressing rooms were -small, but they were well located. It seemed to Amy -and Peggy like the perfect jewelbox of a theater that -they had dreamed of since they had started their -search.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_146">146</div> -<p>The entrance to the theater, they found, was not -through the street door of the loft building, but down -an L-shaped alley that ran alongside the building -and, when it turned, opened into a sort of courtyard. -Playgoers had been taken up to the top floor on an -oversized freight elevator which also had served for -bringing in scenery and props, and which was rated -to carry fifty passengers at once. Two additional exits -were provided by fire-escapes outside the building. -There was no way to enter or leave the theater from -the rest of the building, and the elevator stopped only -at the theater level. The loft floors were served by a -regular-sized passenger elevator reached through -the front hall.</p> -<p>“Well, it looks just perfect,” Peggy said triumphantly. -“Now all we have to do is find out what -it’s being used for, expose it, and move in when -the crooks move out!”</p> -<p>“I think you’re jumping to conclusions,” Amy said. -“It seems to me that the janitor might actually not -have known about the theater. After all, it can’t be -reached through the building, and if he’s never -been told about the back elevator, or never been allowed -to use it, he might not know what’s up there.”</p> -<p>“Maybe,” Peggy said doubtfully, “but it seemed -to me that he looked awfully guilty about something. -I’m sure he’s part of whatever’s going on there.”</p> -<p>Amy protested. “That’s just the point! Maybe -there’s nothing going on there! Maybe the janitor -doesn’t know about the theater, and it’s not being -used by crooks, but just sitting up there empty, gathering -dust! Wouldn’t that be wonderful?”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_147">147</div> -<p>“It sure would,” Peggy agreed, “but I don’t think -we’re that lucky. Of course we could look up the -name of the owner of the building and ask him about -the theater, but if it is a crooked game, and if the -owner is in on it.... No. I don’t think that’s the -way to do it.”</p> -<p>“How do you think we should handle it, then?” -Amy asked.</p> -<p>“I think we ought to go back to the place right -now,” Peggy said, “before it gets dark. I want to -look around that back alley and theater entrance -just to see if we can pick up any clues. Then we’ll -talk it over with the boys and listen to their ideas.”</p> -<p>“I can believe that you’ll talk it over with them,” -Amy laughed, “but I have my doubts about your -listening to anybody’s ideas! Still, I said I’d go theater -hunting with you, and I’m not going to back -out now!”</p> -<p>By the time they had turned in their plans and -charts to the file clerk and returned to the loft-theater -building, it was almost six o’clock. Most of the -trucks that had filled the streets were gone now, not -to return until after midnight, when the produce -market would open for one more business “day.” A -few of the offices, small manufacturing businesses -and printing shops that filled the surrounding lofts, -were still open, judging by the lights in their windows, -but for the most part the streets and buildings -were empty in the pearly twilight.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_148">148</div> -<p>Making every effort to be inconspicuous, the girls -ducked down the alley to the rear courtyard entrance -of the Starlight Theater. A miniature marquee -bearing the name “Mason’s” overhung a short flight -of stairs that led up to a loading platform, at the -back of which was a wide, high elevator door -with pillars on either side. Above it, a plaster arch -was decorated with the twin masks of Comus—comedy -and tragedy.</p> -<p>“Do you still think that the janitor didn’t know -there was a theater in the building?” Peggy whispered. -“He’d have had to be blind as well as dumb.”</p> -<p>Walking very quietly, the girls ascended the steps -and approached the huge elevator door. “Look!” -Peggy whispered, pointing to the metal doorsill. Amy -nodded, clearly understanding the meaning of the -bright metal.</p> -<p>“It’s being used regularly,” Peggy said. “You can -see where the sill is dark and rusted toward the sides, -and bright in the center, where people have been -walking over it.”</p> -<p>“And the lock!” Amy said. She and Peggy examined -the heavy padlock that secured the door to the -frame by stout hasps. It was bright and clean, of -modern design and well-oiled. Any further doubts -they might have had were dispelled by examination -of the door hinges, which were coated with a heavy -layer of fresh grease.</p> -<p>“Not only is the theater in use,” Peggy whispered, -“but whoever is using it is being awfully careful that -he doesn’t make any noise opening and shutting -these doors. Are you convinced now?”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_149">149</div> -<p>Amy nodded, wide-eyed. “I surely am. And I’m -convinced that we’d better get out of here before the -man with the keys comes along! I’d hate to be -caught snooping around!”</p> -<p>Feeling not in the least as calm as she hoped she -looked, Peggy motioned Amy to wait while she took -a last look around to be sure that there was nothing -she had missed. Then, her heart beating wildly, she -and Amy left the alley as cautiously as they had entered -it. But neither of them felt really safe until -they were blocks away, and on their way to Connie’s -for the meeting of the players.</p> -<p>“We seem to be practically living in alleys,” Amy -said as they let themselves in through the street gate -and started down the passage to Connie’s little -house.</p> -<p>“Yes, but I feel a lot better in this one than in -the last,” Peggy said. “When we get the theater, -we’ll have to fix up that alley like this one, with -flower borders and lights to make it cheerful. We -can fix up the courtyard, too, with a little fountain -and some garden seats and—”</p> -<p>“You’re awfully confident about getting that theater,” -Amy interrupted. “I hope that you’re not going -to be disappointed.”</p> -<p>“I won’t be,” Peggy said. “I know that it was just -meant for us, and I mean to make sure that we get -it!”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_150">150</div> -<p>Connie let the girls in, and while they were saying -hello to her and the others, the buzzer announced -the arrival of Tom Galen and Mona Downs.</p> -<p>“I’m so glad everyone’s here at once!” Peggy said. -“We’re so full of news that if we had to wait for anyone, -I think we’d burst!”</p> -<p>“Don’t tell us you’ve found a theater!” Randy exclaimed.</p> -<p>“I will tell you,” Peggy answered, “because we -did!”</p> -<p>“What’s wrong with it?” Mal asked.</p> -<p>“Where is it?” Connie said at the same time.</p> -<p>“And how much is it?” Randy put in, in the same -instant.</p> -<p>“Whoa! One at a time!” Peggy protested. “If everybody -will get settled and hold the questions for a -few minutes, I’ll tell you all about it. Now,” she said, -when the players were seated in expectant attitudes, -“now I’ll tell you everything you want to know. It’s -called Mason’s Starlight Theater; it’s on the top floor -of a loft in the market area southwest of Greenwich -Village; we don’t know the rent; it’s a perfect theater, -just the right size, and—.”</p> -<p>“I feel a <i>but</i> coming, rather than an <i>and</i>,” Randy -said.</p> -<p>“Well, only a small <i>but</i>,” Peggy said. “The place -happens to be in use right now.”</p> -<p>“Great,” Mal said sarcastically. “You can now add -your name to the long list of those among us who -have located perfect theaters that happen to be in -use!”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_151">151</div> -<p>“Wait!” Peggy said. “This is different. In the first -place, nobody will admit to using it; in the second -place, we think there’s something crooked going on -there; and if we do a little bit of detective work, I -think we can find out what it is. If I’m right, and if -it’s being used by crooks, we can get the theater for -ourselves by getting the crooks out!”</p> -<p>Their interest aroused by this unusual statement, -the players began to question Peggy and Amy about -their suspicions and about the circumstances that -surrounded their discovery of the Starlight Theater. -When the girls had told them about their interview -with the janitor, and about their later visit to the alley -behind the building, everyone seemed convinced -that there was something peculiar going on at the -place.</p> -<p>“The polished doorsill and the greased hinges and -the new lock prove that it’s being used,” Peggy concluded. -“And the janitor’s attitude seems to indicate -that it’s being used for something illegal.”</p> -<p>“It sounds like an airtight case to me,” Pip said. -“Why don’t we just take the facts to the police and -let them investigate?”</p> -<p>“Because there are no facts yet,” Peggy said. “All -we have are guesses. There must be thousands of -places in use in the city, and thousands of janitors -who don’t want to be friendly and tell what they’re -used for, and I don’t think that the police would be -willing to agree that they’re all run by gangsters.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_152">152</div> -<p>“Peggy’s right. We can’t go to the police without -more evidence,” Randy said. “Before they’ll swear -out a search warrant, we have to have something -more definite for them.”</p> -<p>“Then let’s get it!” Pip said with enthusiasm. “What -do you suggest, Peggy?”</p> -<p>“I think we ought to set up a lookout post in that -back alley,” she answered decisively. “There’s a place -under the fire stairs on the far side of the building -where two people could hide and see without being -seen, and it shouldn’t take more than a couple of -nights of looking to find out what’s going on.”</p> -<p>“Why nights?” Randy asked. “They might be doing -whatever it is they do in the daytime, too. I’m -afraid we’d have to set up a twenty-four-hour watch -to be sure of finding anything out.”</p> -<p>“I don’t think so, Randy,” Peggy argued. “If they -were using the place by day, they probably wouldn’t -have taken so much care with the hinges. What’s -more, I’m sure the janitor was sleeping when we rang -the bell, which is why he took so long in answering -it. I would guess that he works at night with the rest -of the gang. Besides, that neighborhood would be -perfect for night work. The markets are practically -deserted between six and midnight. Probably after -midnight, when the markets open up, the crooks run -a legitimate trucking business as a cover-up.”</p> -<p>“The girl’s a positive Sherlock,” Mal said fondly. -“Anyway, we can try a few nights, and if nothing -shows up, we can then worry about extending the -watch during the daytime as well.”</p> -<p>“When do we start?” Tom Galen asked.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_153">153</div> -<p>“Tomorrow night,” Peggy said. “It’s too late to start -tonight. We’d want to be in the alley and under the -stairs before it gets really dark. Tomorrow Amy and I -will stand watch, then—”</p> -<p>“Oh, no, you don’t!” Randy said. “You two have -done your part in this. The lookout work will be done -by men!”</p> -<p>“You’re probably right,” Peggy said, outwardly -reluctant to give in, but secretly happy that she -wouldn’t have to spend nights crouching under those -dark stairs and waiting for heaven only knew what.</p> -<p>“I’ll go tomorrow,” Pip said.</p> -<p>“I’ll go with you,” Tom Galen said. “We’d better -go two at a time, at least for the purpose of having -two witnesses to anything we see.”</p> -<p>“Good. Randy and I will go the next night,” Mal -said. “We can alternate from there.”</p> -<p>Everything arranged, Mal tried to turn the group -to the original purpose of the meeting, which was to -work on further readings of the play. He soon -realized that everyone was too keyed up to concentrate, -and canceled work for the night.</p> -<p>“I think, in fact, that we’d better forget about -rehearsals entirely,” he said, “at least until we have -this theater business settled one way or the other. -For one thing, we’re going to need all the sleep we -can get on the nights that we’re not standing watch.”</p> -<p>Everyone agreed, and in varying states of tension -and excitement, said good night and parted, knowing -that the next few days might be very, very busy.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_154">154</div> -<h2 id="c16"><span class="h2line1">XVI</span> -<br /><span class="h2line2"><i>Understudies for Danger</i></span></h2> -<p>School the next day seemed almost unreal to Peggy. -Or was it the dark alley and the night watch to come -that was the unreal thing? Considered carefully, -nothing seemed quite real, even her home and her -parents in the neat, orderly world of Rockport. A ride -on Socks around the autumn fields of Wisconsin would -clear her mind, she thought, or just an hour alone in -her favorite thinking spot in the harness room.</p> -<p>Her thoughts, shuttling restlessly between the -friendly barn and the now-sinister alley, were definitely -not on her work, which was a lecture session on -television acting technique.</p> -<p>At lunch in the park, the discussion centered on -the night’s work that waited for Pip and Tom Galen. -It all seemed very melodramatic.</p> -<p>“I’ve arranged with Tom,” Pip was saying, “to -meet me downtown a little before six. We’re both -going to wear black slacks and sweaters, and we’ll -take black gloves. That way, we ought to melt into -the shadows perfectly.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_155">155</div> -<p>“How about your faces?” Connie giggled. “Are you -going to go in blackface like a couple of Al Jolsons?”</p> -<p>“We considered it,” Pip said seriously, “but we decided -that it wasn’t necessary. If anyone comes, we’ll -hold our gloved hands over our faces, and look -through our fingers.”</p> -<p>“I must say you’ve thought of everything,” Amy -said in admiration.</p> -<p>“Everything,” Pip echoed gloomily, “except what -to do if we get caught. We even worked out something -about that, but I don’t know how good it is.”</p> -<p>“What have you worked out?” Peggy asked.</p> -<p>“We’re supposed to call Randy at one in the morning -to tell him that we’re going off duty. If we don’t -call by then, he’s supposed to call the police. Tomorrow -night, he and Mal will call me at one.”</p> -<p>“That sounds sensible,” Peggy commented.</p> -<p>“Sure. Sensible. But if they catch us, say, at ten -o’clock, we could be in some pretty bad trouble by -the time the police come around after one.”</p> -<p>Feeling that this line of conversation was doing -them no good at all, Peggy tried, with little success, -to change the subject. By the time lunch was over -and they had returned to the Academy, all four of -them felt thoroughly depressed.</p> -<p>Somehow, Peggy got through the afternoon.</p> -<p>And somehow, she got through the night, but it -was scarcely a restful one. She lay awake until one -o’clock worrying about Pip and Tom, and finally, at -one-fifteen, called Randy. He answered at the first -ring, quite awake.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_156">156</div> -<p>“Did they call?” she asked.</p> -<p>“At one o’clock sharp,” he assured her. “They -haven’t seen anything at all, and they’re perfectly -all right. Now get some sleep. Good night.”</p> -<p>Feeling relieved, Peggy went back to bed, but it -was not easy to sleep. What had seemed such a good -idea yesterday was beginning to seem foolish today. -The boys were engaging in unknown risks, and nobody -knew what dangers they might encounter. Perhaps -they should have gone to the police in the first -place, and tried to convince them that something was -amiss. Perhaps they should still do so....</p> -<p>Finally, she slept, troubled by vague, unpleasant -dreams.</p> -<p>The next day, her doubts grew stronger. Pip appeared -at school late, looking like a molting owl. -He had rings under his eyes and seemed not to have -slept at all.</p> -<p>“We decided to stay on until daylight,” he explained -wanly, “just in case your idea that any action -would take place between six and twelve was wrong. -Nothing happened, and we left at five-thirty in the -morning.”</p> -<p>“But, Pip!” Peggy protested. “That’s a twelve-hour -watch! You shouldn’t be in school today!”</p> -<p>“It’s all right,” he assured her with a weak smile. -“I’m rested. Slept from six until nearly nine.”</p> -<p>He tackled his work gamely, but by noon agreed -with Peggy that the wisest course would be to cut -school for the afternoon and go home to sleep.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_157">157</div> -<p>“Remember,” she cautioned him, “you have to set -your alarm clock for one in the morning, in case you -don’t get a call from Randy and Mal.”</p> -<p>“I’m going to do better than that,” Pip said. “I’m -going to shut off the bell on my telephone so I can -sleep straight through to midnight. Then I’ll have -the alarm wake me, so I can turn the phone on, and -I’ll set the alarm for one o’clock then.”</p> -<p>Pip left, somewhat unsteadily, and Peggy went to -her afternoon class on Elizabethan drama. She forced -herself to concentrate, knowing that she would have -more than enough time that night to worry about the -mystery of the alley, and to speculate on what -troubles the second night watch might bring.</p> -<p class="tb">It was five-thirty and teatime at the Gramercy -Arms when the troubles began.</p> -<p>“Your redheaded boy friend’s on the phone for -you, Peggy,” Greta announced from the head of the -stairs. “He sounds worried.”</p> -<p>Hurriedly putting down her teacup, Peggy ran -from the kitchen and up to the phone in the hall.</p> -<p>“Randy,” she said. “Is something wrong?”</p> -<p>“I’m afraid so, Peggy,” he answered. “Nothing serious, -but I’m afraid that Mal and I are going to be -hopelessly late for our watch tonight, and unless you -want to take a chance on missing whatever action -might take place in the alley, Pip and Tom are going -to have to cover it again. At least for the first few -hours.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_158">158</div> -<p>“What happened?” she asked. “Where are you?”</p> -<p>“It’s my car,” he answered. “I had to go out to my -family’s place on Long Island to get some stuff, and -Mal came along for the ride. We thought we’d have -plenty of time, but on the way back, the car broke -down. We’re in the middle of nowhere, and the -trouble will take at least another hour to fix. That -means that we couldn’t possibly be at the alley until -about seven-thirty, and, to tell the truth, eight or -nine would be more like it. Will you get hold of Pip -and Tom and tell them the sad news?”</p> -<p>Peggy agreed, wished him good luck with the car, -and hung up.</p> -<p>Pip’s phone didn’t answer, and after ringing for several -minutes, Peggy remembered his decision to shut off -the bell until midnight. She next tried the midtown hotel -where Tom Galen lived, but he was not in his room, -and the desk clerk had not seen him for several hours.</p> -<p>Hurrying downstairs to the kitchen and her now -cold cup of tea, she broke the news to Amy.</p> -<p>“Well, maybe nothing will happen before eight or -nine,” Amy said hopefully, but not looking too convinced.</p> -<p>“I’m afraid that if anything is going to happen, -that’s just about the time for it,” Peggy said. “The -neighborhood doesn’t really empty out until after six, -and it starts to get busy again a little before midnight. -If I wanted to do any work in that alley, I -think I’d plan to arrive by eight and leave by ten, if -it could be done.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_159">159</div> -<p>“Nothing happened last night,” Amy said, “so -maybe nothing will happen tonight either.”</p> -<p>“I’m going to have to disagree again. Just because -nothing happened last night, I think that we stand a -better chance of seeing something tonight. Judging -from the used condition of that doorsill, whoever’s using -the place doesn’t let too much time go by between -visits.”</p> -<p>“But what can we do about it?” Amy said. “With -Randy and Mal out on Long Island, and Pip and -Tom unreachable, that leaves only us.”</p> -<p>“I know,” Peggy said firmly. “And that’s who’s going -to go tonight!”</p> -<p>“Oh, Peggy! Do you think we ought to?” Amy -asked. “I mean, it might be dangerous, and we are -a couple of girls, and....”</p> -<p>“This is no time to play the feminine Southern -belle,” Peggy said. “We have to go. And besides, -there’s no danger. It’s not as if we’ll be seen, or as if -we meant to rush out and stop the crooks if we see -them! We’ll just hide under the stairs and watch. -Anyway, even if you don’t want to go, you can’t stop -me.”</p> -<p>“That settles it,” Amy said with conviction. -“You’re not going to go to that place alone. When do -we start?”</p> -<p>“Right now!” Peggy said eagerly. “It’s almost six -o’clock, and we haven’t got too much time to get -there before it’s dark. Come on! We have to get -dressed for the occasion!”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_160">160</div> -<h2 id="c17"><span class="h2line1">XVII</span> -<br /><span class="h2line2"><i>Backstage Fright</i></span></h2> -<p>Peggy giggled uneasily as she and Amy inspected -themselves in the hall mirror before leaving the -Gramercy Arms. “We look like a couple of character -actors dressed up for a skit on the Beat Generation.”</p> -<p>“Or like a couple of weird vampires from a horror -movie,” Amy replied with a nervous laugh.</p> -<p>Greta surveyed them critically. “At least you don’t -have to worry about anything,” she said acidly. -“Those getups would frighten off any man in the -world. If the crooks do catch sight of you, all it’ll take -is one look before they scream and run!”</p> -<p>Both girls were dressed identically, having taken -their cue from Pip in the matter of appropriate -clothes for playing detective in a dark alley. They -wore black skirts and sweaters, black stockings and -black shoes. They carried black gloves and black -scarves. The scarf was necessary for Amy to cover her -bright, blond hair, and Peggy thought it was a good -idea for her to take one, too, as a face covering. Neither -wore any jewelry at all, so there would be nothing -to rattle or jingle or catch the light.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_161">161</div> -<p>“If we’re not back by morning,” Peggy said wryly, -“send out the bloodhounds for us.”</p> -<p>“I’m waiting up for you,” Greta said. “And if you’re -not back by one-thirty, the first bloodhound to pick -up your trail is going to be me. With an appropriate -police escort,” she added.</p> -<p>“Don’t worry,” Peggy said. “We’ll be all right. -Just wish us luck, and we’ll be on our way.”</p> -<p>“All right, then. Good luck,” Greta said, opening -the door for them. “I just hope the police don’t pick -you up, for looking like suspicious characters.”</p> -<p>Peggy and Amy left, feeling a little foolish about -their costumes, but after walking for a block or two, -they realized that nobody was even looking at them.</p> -<p>“That’s the wonderful thing about New York,” -Peggy said. “You can wear anything, or do anything, -and nobody seems to care as long as you don’t -disturb the peace.”</p> -<p>Amy nodded in agreement. “The other day I noticed -a man with a beard down to his waist. He was -wearing a long Biblical-looking white robe and a pair -of sandals, and nobody on the street was paying the -least bit of attention to him. Just try to picture him -passing unnoticed in Pine Hollow or in Rockport!”</p> -<p>“Just try to picture us passing unnoticed in Pine -Hollow or in Rockport!” Peggy laughed. “We’d probably -have a crowd of people and barking dogs and -small boys throwing stones by now!”</p> -<p>The driver scarcely glanced at them as they -boarded a bus.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_162">162</div> -<p>“I suppose it’s nice to know that nobody bothers -about you in New York,” Peggy said when they were -seated, “but in a way it’s kind of scary. I mean, supposing -something were to happen to us, do you think -that anyone would even notice it if we screamed?”</p> -<p>Amy shivered. “I know what you mean,” she said. -“I suppose a lot of people would notice it, and then -they’d just put it out of their minds and do nothing -about it. They’d just figure it was none of their business, -after all, and go right on doing what they were -doing.”</p> -<p>The thought was not a happy one, and both girls -lapsed into a tense silence as the bus bore them -downtown into the deepening twilight.</p> -<p>They got off in a district of office buildings, shops, -and showrooms, all dark now. The streets were -empty, save for an occasional car or taxi and the taillights -of their bus, receding in the distance. As they -turned to the west, down a narrow side street, the -street lights came on. They seemed to accentuate -the darkness rather than relieve it. The girls hurried -on past closed doors and shuttered windows. Each -block they walked brought them past older and lower -buildings. The smell of the river was brought to them -by an incoming mist. Somewhere in the distance -a foghorn sounded two short, mournful blasts and -then was still.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_163">163</div> -<p>They were in the market and warehouse district -now. Parked trucks stood silently by darkened loading -docks, and shadows crouched behind tall stacks -of crates and boxes. One shadow suddenly detached -itself from the rest and shot by them with a wail! -Peggy’s heart leaped and she clutched Amy’s arm before -she realized it was only an alley cat.</p> -<div class="img"> -<img src="images/p8.jpg" alt="One shadow suddenly detached itself from the rest" width="500" height="722" /> -</div> -<div class="pb" id="Page_164">164</div> -<p>“A cat!” she exclaimed, her voice trembling in -mixed fear and relief. “Just a cat! Oh dear, if I let -that sort of thing scare me, I’m not going to be much -good tonight!”</p> -<p>“I ... I was frightened, too,” Amy said. “It was -so sudden! We’ll probably see more of them here, -chasing the rats that must live around these food -markets. We’d better get used to it.”</p> -<p>But the thought of rats did nothing to calm Peggy’s -nerves, or Amy’s either. What if, in the alley behind -the theater, rats should come? What if they -should come at the same time as the crooks? What -if, under the fire stairs, there should come a quiet -scratching...? Peggy wondered if she would be -able to keep her silence then.</p> -<p>But they were near the theater alley now, and -Peggy resolutely put her fear of rats out of her mind. -Let’s just worry about one thing at a time, she told -herself. The street was deserted, as she had hoped it -would be, and they were able to slip into the alley -unobserved.</p> -<p>They walked cautiously, taking care with each -step. If there was any work going on in the alley now, -this would be no time to disturb it. Before turning the -corner into the back court, they paused and listened -for what seemed a very long time. Not a sound disturbed -the night. The immediate silence was so perfect -that they could hear, far in the distance, the -never-ending rumble and stir of the city, the growl -of subways and motors, the far-off drone of airplanes.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_165">165</div> -<p>They turned into the empty courtyard, darted -noiselessly for the fire stairs and crouched in the -shadows, their hearts drumming loudly and the -blood roaring in their ears like the noise of the distant -subways.</p> -<p>It was some time before they felt calm enough to -take stock of their position. The fire stair was, as -Peggy had told the boys, a perfect place to hide. -Most of it mounted out of sight in an airshaft on the -side of the building opposite the entrance alley. Only -the last six steps came out into the court, having -turned the corner of the building at a landing. The -space below the landing made a cramped little lean-to, -protected by the steps themselves on one side and -by a latticework of metal on the other. The space was -open only in the rear, from which direction nobody -could approach them.</p> -<p>The steps themselves were steel, and the risers between -the steps were of the same metal grillwork as -that on the side. It was almost impossible for anyone -to see into the shadowed cubbyhole behind the grill, -but quite an easy matter for the girls to see out.</p> -<p>“I think we’re safe enough here,” Peggy whispered, -tactfully restraining herself from adding, “as long as -no rats come around.”</p> -<p>“It seems safe,” Amy agreed, “but I wouldn’t exactly -call it comfortable. It’s too low to stand in, and -I hate the thought of sitting down on the dirt that’s -collected here. There’s a box out there in the courtyard. -Why don’t we bring it in to sit on?”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_166">166</div> -<p>“Better not,” Peggy answered. “Someone may remember -having seen it there, and if it’s missing, it -might give them the idea that somebody’s been here. -And we don’t want anyone to get ideas like that.”</p> -<p>Amy agreed reluctantly with the sense of Peggy’s -argument, and shifted her position. “No wonder Pip -was so tired,” she whispered. “A whole twelve hours -of crouching like this must be a terrible thing to go -through! We’ve only been here for about fifteen minutes, -and I’m beginning to get pins and needles already.”</p> -<p>The next hour and a half, spent mostly in silence, -and in trying to get used to the cramped position -beneath the stairs, passed by with terrible slowness. -Every so often, the roar of a truck would be heard in -the street, and the girls would grow tense, waiting -for it to turn into the alley. But it always went by, -leaving an even deeper silence behind it.</p> -<p>“It’s almost time for Randy and Mal to come,” -Peggy whispered. “I don’t envy them their night, but -I’ll sure be glad to get out of here!”</p> -<p>“So will—quiet! I hear another truck,” Amy said.</p> -<p>Quietly shifting into new positions of comparative -comfort, the girls held their breath and waited to -hear the sound of the truck passing the alley. But this -one didn’t pass.</p> -<p>A bright beam of headlights swept down the alley -and lighted up the court as the truck turned in off -the street.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_167">167</div> -<p>“Those headlights!” Peggy whispered. “When they -turn the corner into the court, they’re bound to light -up this whole stairway!”</p> -<p>“Just hope the driver doesn’t look this way!” Amy -whispered in return.</p> -<p>But before the truck came into sight, the headlights -were switched off, and the driver came in under -the soft glow of the parking lamps. The truck was -an ordinary-looking, box-body affair, a little shabby, -dented, and in need of both a washing and a paint -job. Faded, once-gold letters high up on its side read -“<span class="sc">O & O TRUCKING Co.</span>” The forlorn appearance of the -truck was belied by the soft, powerful sound of -its well-tuned engine as it turned into the alley and -was expertly backed up to the loading platform.</p> -<p>Two men silently leaped out of the cab and carefully -closed the doors. Moving on rubber-soled shoes, -they climbed onto the platform, unlocked the rear -doors of the truck and swung them back. A third -man, holding a rifle in his hand, stepped out of the -truck.</p> -<p>“Okay,” he said quietly. “You get the stuff out, and -I’ll keep watch.”</p> -<p>He jumped lightly down and stationed himself at -the corner by the alley, his rifle held ready, while the -other men unlocked the elevator doors and opened -them.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_168">168</div> -<p>They worked swiftly and quietly in the darkness, -which was relieved only by a very dim work light -mounted in the truck body. By its pale glow, Peggy -and Amy saw only an anonymous series of boxes being -transferred from the truck to the elevator. There -was no way to tell what they held but, Peggy thought, -it couldn’t have been anything legal—not if it had -to be loaded secretly at night and under an armed -guard.</p> -<p>Thinking of the armed guard, she suddenly shivered -with fright as a new thought came to her. The -boys! Randy and Mal! What if they should choose -this moment to make their appearance? The man -with the rifle stood motionless and poised for action. -Peggy was sure he would not hesitate to shoot anyone -who walked into that alley. Biting her lip and -holding tightly to the steel support of the stair, she -prayed that Randy’s engine would give him more -trouble, or that they would run into heavy traffic or -want to stop for dinner or ... or anything! Anything -to keep them from coming here until the truckmen -had finished their business and gone.</p> -<p>At least she was not kept long in suspense. The -men were quick and efficient, and their cargo was -not a very large one. In a very few minutes, the elevator -was loaded and, with a smooth whir not at all -like the Academy elevators, it ascended to the theater. -It returned not long after, emptied of its crates, -and the workmen shut off the mechanism, swung the -doors closed, and clicked the lock on them.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_169">169</div> -<p>The watchman with the rifle nodded his approval, -climbed back into the rear of the truck and once -more allowed himself to be locked in. Without a -word, the truckmen took their places in the cab, -soundlessly shut the doors, and the battered truck -swung smoothly into the courtyard, backed up, and -turned down the alley.</p> -<p>It seemed like the first time in ten minutes that -Peggy had breathed.</p> -<p>“I was frightened to death that the boys would -come!” she said.</p> -<p>“That’s all I could think of, too,” Amy whispered -in a shaky voice.</p> -<p>“Now all I want is for them to come fast!” Peggy -said. “We’ve got all the evidence we need for the -police, I think, and I just want to get out of here!”</p> -<p>“If we do get this theater for our play,” Amy said, -“I wonder if I’ll feel good about it. I’m afraid I’ll -never feel quite right about this place after tonight!”</p> -<p>“Oh, we’ll make it all over,” Peggy said with enthusiasm. -“We’ll put bright lights in the little marquee, -and we’ll put up lighted theater posters on the -walls, and I think we could paint the wall behind the -loading platform white with gilt trim on the pillars -on each side of the elevator. Then, if we can find a -fountain for the court, the way I suggested before, -and maybe a few stone benches, we—Oh!” She -gave a start of fright as a male voice laughed close -to her ear.</p> -<p>“Just like a woman!” Randy said. “Supposed to be -keeping a lookout, and you’re decorating an alley! -But where are Pip and Tom? And what are you doing -here? And—”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_170">170</div> -<p>“We’ll tell you everything over coffee,” Peggy said. -“Oh, Randy! It’s all over! We’ve got our crooks—and -they’re crooks all right—and we’ve got our theater, -I’m sure—and I’m so glad you didn’t come ten minutes -earlier, and.... Oh, let’s get out of here!”</p> -<p>“Let’s,” Mal said. “This is hardly my idea of a -place for a date! Amy, take my arm. I have a feeling -you need it. And Randy, get a firm grip on Peggy, if -you please.”</p> -<p>“Stop directing, Mal,” Randy laughed. “I think -I’ve already written this scene quite nicely, and the -hero has the heroine well in hand!”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_171">171</div> -<h2 id="c18"><span class="h2line1">XVIII</span> -<br /><span class="h2line2"><i>Forecast—Fair!</i></span></h2> -<p>Seated at the desk in her room, Peggy selected a -fresh sheet of paper. She was on the fifth page of a -letter to her friend Jean Wilson.</p> -<p class="tb">So you see I was right. There <i>were</i> crooks using -the theater all the time. The next day, Amy and I -told the police what we had seen in the alley, and -I think they were really pleased, even though they -did bawl us out for poking around in police affairs. -At that, they admitted that if we had come to -them the first time with nothing but suspicions, -they probably wouldn’t have been able to do anything. -Anyway, they put a guard under the stairs -and stationed some more policemen around, and -two nights later they caught the gang.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_172">172</div> -<p>It seems they were hijackers, which means that -they held up trucks on the road and stole valuable -cargo from them. They were using the theater as -a warehouse for the stolen goods until they could -dispose of them in whatever way crooks get rid of -stolen goods. When the police searched the place, -they found thousands and thousands of dollars’ -worth of furs and silverware and liquor and appliances -and all sorts of things. The cartons that -we saw them unload the night we were there -turned out to contain nylon stockings, and they -were worth about twenty thousand dollars, which -is an awful lot of nylon stockings.</p> -<p>The police say we’re going to get a big reward -from the insurance people. The boys wanted to -give it all to me, but I refused it. I’m going to -give it to the players’ group, which really means -to Randy and Mal, to rent the theater on a long-term -lease and to fix it up properly. They said -once before that they didn’t want to be in the real -estate business, but I think that they’re changing -their minds about that.</p> -<p>The police got in touch with the owner of the -building, who is retired and has been living in -Florida for a long time. He didn’t know anything -about what was going on in the theater and was -quite grateful that we had gotten his crooked tenants -out of the place. It seems he has been so long -away from the New York real-estate scene, that he -didn’t know his property was in demand as a -theater. He says it hasn’t been used as one for over -fifty years! Of course, he could get more money -renting it as a theater than as a warehouse, but he -says he doesn’t need more money, and we need a -theater. He has offered it to us on a ten-year lease -for the same rent he was getting before.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_173">173</div> -<p>Randy says that the rent is so low that even a -moderately successful season would give him and -Mal enough profit to live on comfortably, so -they’re now beginning to talk about becoming -managers, doing their own shows and, when they -don’t happen to have a show for a particular season, -renting the theater to other groups.</p> -<p>What’s more, the rent covers the whole building, -and the boys are thinking of turning part of it into -apartments for themselves, and the rest of it into -apartments for other young actors, something like -a Gramercy Arms for boys!</p> -<p>Incidentally, the theater is beautiful. The police -let us in to take a look at it today, and even with -all those boxes and crates and fur coats and things -stacked around, we could see how nice it is. It’ll -need new seats, I’m afraid, and a new lighting -system and a switchboard and a curtain and loads -of other things, but the reward money will more -than cover all that. And we even have a name for -it—the Penthouse Theater. How does that strike -you? I only hope you can come to New York to -see it when it’s all ready.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_174">174</div> -<p>Or, better than that, plan to come to New York -next season when, with luck, I might have a part -in a play there. One of the things I like best about -Randy and Mal is that, even though they’re just -bursting with gratitude and they keep calling me -a heroine, they haven’t tried to ‘pay me off’ by -offering me a part in the play. I’m still going to -help just by painting scenery and selling ads in -the program and running errands and things like -that. This way, I know that if I ever get a part in -one of their plays, it will be because I deserve it as -an actress.</p> -<p>Another thing I like about Randy is that he’s -coming to take me out again tonight. Which reminds -me—I’d better sign off now, before Irene -and Amy install themselves in the bathrooms!</p> -<p>Do you suppose that’s what they mean when -they say that one of the most important things -for an actress to learn is timing?</p> -<p><span class="jr">More next time from</span> -<span class="jr"><span class="sc">Peggy</span></span></p> -<div class="img"> -<img src="images/endpaper.jpg" alt="Endpapers" width="500" height="383" /> -</div> -<hr /> -<div class="img"> -<img src="images/back.jpg" alt="Back cover" width="500" height="402" /> -</div> -<h2 id="c19"><span class="h2line1">PEGGY FINDS THE THEATER</span></h2> -<p>As far back as she can remember, Peggy Lane—young, -pretty, and talented—has wanted to become an actress. -Ambitious but realistic, Peggy knows her name isn’t going -to be in lights immediately but finally persuades her cautious -parents to let her spend a year in New York to try -to gain a foothold in the fabled world of the theater.</p> -<p>Peggy’s first big test is an audition at the New York -Dramatic Academy, whose eccentric director will decide -whether she shows sufficient promise to be accepted for -professional training. Meanwhile, Peggy becomes friends -with Randy Brewster, a young playwright, and Mal -Seton, who will direct Randy’s experimental play if and -when they can find an off-Broadway theater in which to -produce it. Peggy eagerly volunteers to help in their -desperate search and, exploring the byways of the city -for a forgotten theater, unwittingly stumbles into a mysterious -and dangerous situation.</p> -<p>The launching of Peggy’s career, her struggle to make -her dreams become a reality, is a delightful and heart-warming -story.</p> -<h3 id="c20"><i>Peggy Lane Theater Stories</i></h3> -<p class="center"><span class="sc">Peggy Finds the Theater</span> -<br /><span class="sc">Peggy Plays Off-Broadway</span> -<br /><span class="sc">Peggy Goes Straw Hat</span> -<br /><span class="sc">Peggy on the Road</span></p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_175">175</div> -<h3 id="c21"><i>Peggy Lane Theater Series</i></h3> -<p class="center">By VIRGINIA HUGHES</p> -<div class="img"> -<img src="images/back.jpg" alt="Back cover" width="500" height="402" /> -</div> -<p>Peggy Lane, the young heroine -of this exciting new series, -is an aspiring and talented actress. Her adventures -as a drama student in New York City, and her slow climb -to success, with dedicated young theater people like herself, -make the theme of this inspiring new career series for girls.</p> -<dl class="undent"><dt>1 PEGGY FINDS THE THEATER</dt> -<dt>2 PEGGY PLAYS OFF-BROADWAY</dt> -<dt>3 PEGGY GOES STRAW HAT</dt> -<dt>4 PEGGY ON THE ROAD</dt></dl> -<p class="center">GROSSET & DUNLAP <i>Publishers</i> <span class="small">NEW YORK</span></p> -<h2>Transcriber’s Notes</h2> -<ul> -<li>Copyright notice provided as in the original—this e-text is public domain in the country of publication.</li> -<li>In the text versions, delimited italics text in _underscores_ (the HTML version reproduces the font form of the printed book.)</li> -<li>Silently corrected palpable typos; left non-standard spellings and dialect unchanged.</li> -</ul> - - - - - - - -<pre> - - - - - -End of Project Gutenberg's Peggy Finds the Theatre, by Virginia Hughes - -*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK PEGGY FINDS THE THEATRE *** - -***** This file should be named 55933-h.htm or 55933-h.zip ***** -This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: - http://www.gutenberg.org/5/5/9/3/55933/ - -Produced by Stephen Hutcheson and the Online Distributed -Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net - -Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions will -be renamed. - -Creating the works from print editions not protected by U.S. copyright -law means that no one owns a United States copyright in these works, -so the Foundation (and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United -States without permission and without paying copyright -royalties. 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