girls without dimming the lights. So if you sweet young things will just tell me where to find them

Skipping forward, Pat produced a bouquet of flow- ers from the gentleman's left ear. I took the bouquet and made it vanish before his eyes. Then, in a flurry of frills and flounces, we each turned a cartwheel, fol- lowed by two back flips. After which we curtsied deep- ly.

When the technician had recovered from his as- tonishment he grinned admiringly: "All right, kids. You win. You are Pat and Robin. And you don't need the lights dimmed.' If the rest of your act is as good as that bit, it'll be the event of the evening. He con- sulted his watch. "Now you'd better skedaddle. The

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curtain'll be going up in about a minute." Hand in hand we skipped off, confidence flowing over us again like liquid gold. We knew we'd be all right.

And so we were. We had to take four curtain calls, which we did in four different costumes ine and two feminine.

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Aunt Jemima was pleased, too, and kissed us both (she always treated me as if I were her own child equ- ally with Pat). Then there was a knock at the door, and a short, thick, dark man in a tuxedo was shown in. Pat and I were back in our velvet and nylon dresses by now, and the gentleman looked shrewdly at us for a mom- ent before he turned to Auntie Jem. Then his narrow eyes opened in surprised, pleased recognition, and he strode across the room, both hands outsretched. "Jemmy! Jemmy Jones!"

"Isn't this nice!" cried Aunt Jemima, smiling even more gaily than usual as she rose to give him her hands. He kissed them gallantly. "I've been rather ex- pecting you: the producer told me he thought you'd be here." It seemed that this gentleman was an old friend of Auntie Jem's and Uncle Jo's, for he began talking enthusiastically of "the old days" when he and they had worked together in far-away and fabulous theatres. But at length he said"

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