“Puzzle picture!  Find Nannie!”

A roar of laughter greeted the sally, and Edna shrank back.  But the strong hand of the manager descended on her shoulder, and with a quick, powerful shove propelled her out on to the stage.  His hand and arm had flashed into full view, and the audience, grasping the situation, thundered its appreciation.  The orchestra was drowned out by the terrible din, and Edna could see the bows scraping away across the violins, apparently without sound.  It was impossible for her to begin in time, and as she patiently waited, arms akimbo and ears straining for the music, the house let loose again (a favorite trick, she afterward learned, of confusing the amateur by preventing him or her from hearing the orchestra).

But Edna was recovering her presence of mind.  She became aware, pit to dome, of a vast sea of smiling and fun-distorted faces, of vast roars of laughter, rising wave on wave, and then her Scotch blood went cold and angry.  The hard-working but silent orchestra gave her the cue, and, without making a sound, she began to move her lips, stretch forth her arms, and sway her body, as though she were really singing.  The noise in the house redoubled in the attempt to drown her voice, but she serenely went on with her pantomime.  This seemed to continue an interminable time, when the audience, tiring of its prank and in order to hear, suddenly stilled its clamor, and discovered the dumb show she had been making.  For a moment all was silent, save for the orchestra, her lips moving on without a sound, and then the audience realized that it had been sold, and broke out afresh, this time with genuine applause in acknowledgment of her victory.  She chose this as the happy moment for her exit, and with a bow and a backward retreat, she was off the stage in Letty’s arms.

The worst was past, and for the rest of the evening she moved about among the amateurs and professionals, talking, listening, observing, finding out what it meant and taking mental notes of it all.  Charley Welsh constituted himself her preceptor and guardian angel, and so well did he perform the self-allotted task that when it was all over she felt fully prepared to write her article.  But the proposition had been to do two turns, and her native pluck forced her to live up to it.  Also, in the course of the intervening days, she discovered fleeting impressions that required verification; so, on Saturday, she was back again, with her telescope basket and Letty.

The manager seemed looking for her, and she caught an expression of relief in his eyes when he first saw her.  He hurried up, greeted her, and bowed with a respect ludicrously at variance with his previous ogre-like behavior.  And as he bowed, across his shoulders she saw Charley Welsh deliberately wink.

But the surprise had just begun.  The manager begged to be introduced to her sister, chatted entertainingly with the pair of them, and strove greatly and anxiously to be agreeable.  He even went so far as to give Edna a dressing room to herself, to the unspeakable envy of the three other amateur ladies of previous acquaintance.  Edna was nonplussed, and it was not till she met Charley Welsh in the passage that light was thrown on the mystery.