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"I'll watch my chance when he's busy an' get you into

the cheap seats."

Hugh hugged himself gleefully. Then his face feil. "But I haven't got any money."

"Bless you, that doesn't matter. You don't belong to the crowd that pays. An' this little place won't fill the tent—there'11 be room for a scrap like you, anyhow." Jeff glanced at his cheap watch. "Well, it's about time I got

into uniform."

"I say, do you wear uniform? What do you do, Jeff—


"Not me. Some day I will, when I get a chance, but I'm only a ring-hand now." He rose, stretching himself. "You remember, when you're looking on tonight, to watch


"My word, I will!" said Hugh, solemnly.

"Oh, I don't mean just like one of the crowd. They only see the effects: they haven't the ghost of a notion what makes it all. All the work, I mean, an' the thinking-out, and the preparation. But you belong now, an' you ve got to watch in a different way. Keep your eye on the clowns, 'specially Joey, an' see how they work. Put yourself in their place an' think how you'd do things. An' notice how people make their entrances, an' how they go out. Watch their faces, an' see who's wooden an' who isn't. Lots of good performers miss jobs because they do their work looking as if it hurt 'em."

"I never thought of all that," admitted Hugh. "Why would you? You didn't have to. But it's differ-