As Told by May Iverson
matinée tickets, whether the play was good or not. She knew how I loved to go, and anyhow she's the sweetest thing in the world. I call her my big sister because she's so much older than I am. She's twenty-eight—the poor dear! But she does lovely things for me, and every now and then she buys a box for the matinée and lets me ask my friends. Of course, she has loads of money and can afford it, but lots of sisters wouldn't think of it. I know girls—but I am running away from my story again.
I told Sister Chrysostom all about Grace—that's my sister, Mrs. Verbeck—and how good she was to me, and how she'd do anything in the world for me, but Sister Chrysostom didn't pay much attention. She seemed to be thinking. Then she said:
"Did you ever see or hear of a company called the 'Bannerton Troubadours'?"
I remembered them right off. They had been at the Academy of Music the year before in a play called "Every-day Frolics," or something of that kind. There was no plot—just a lot of singing and dancing, and what they called "specialties." I didn't go.
I told Sister Chrysostom I hadn't seen them, but that they were coming to the Academy again in March, for I had looked up all the
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