“Why, Ardelia, we couldn’t have it without you.”

“Am I gwine sit wid de’ white folks in de’ theatre, or up in niggah heaven?”

“You’ll sit in a box with the rest of us.”

“Gawd-a’mighty, honey, dis gwine to be de happies’ ’casion ob my life.”

The co-authors took the night train.

“Not quite a year ago since our first journey together,” said Bambi.

“That’s so.  It seems a century, doesn’t it?”

“That is a distinctly husband remark.”

“I was only thinking of how much had happened in that time.”

“Two new beings have happened—­a new you and a new me,” she answered him.

“Are you as changed as I am?” he asked.

“Yes.  You haven’t noticed me enough to realize it, I suppose.”

He made no reply to that.  Arrived in New York, they went to the clubhouse, and took the same rooms they had before.  As Bambi looked about the room, she turned to Jarvis in the doorway: 

“It is a century since I knelt at that window and arranged our spectacular success.”

“Well, we’re a year nearer to it.  Let’s get a good night’s rest, for to-morrow we enter on a new chapter.”

“It’s jolly we enter it together, isn’t it, Jarvis?”

He nodded, embarrassed.

“I should like to wish you luck in the new venture, Mr. Jarvis Jocelyn.”

“I wish you the same, Miss Mite,” he said, clasping her hand warmly.

“You haven’t called me Miss Mite for a long time,” she said, softly.  “I like it.”

“Good-night,” said Jarvis abruptly, and left.

“You’re a poor actor, my Jarvis,” she chuckled to herself.

At eleven o’clock they presented themselves at the theatre.  The reading was to take place in Mr. Frohman’s big room.  Jarvis and Bambi were admitted at once.

“Good-morning,” said Mr. Frohman.

“Good-morning.  This is Mrs. Jocelyn, Mr. Frohman.”

Bambi offered her hand to the manager with a solemn face, but the laugh twinkled in her eyes.

“How do you do, Mrs. Jocelyn?  I understand that you had a great deal to do with this play?”

“I did,” she admitted.  “Without me this play would have been nothing.”

“This leaves you no ground to stand on, Mr. Jocelyn,” he laughed.

The members of the company arrived and were presented to the authors.  Bambi kept them all laughing until Mr. Frohman called order.  They sat in state around the big table.

“I propose that Mrs. Jocelyn read us the play,” Mr. Frohman said.

“Oh, shall I?  It is really Jarvis——­”

“If you please,” said Mr. Frohman, indicating a chair.

So Bambi began, with a smile at Jarvis, and another at the audience.  They all felt in a good humour.  The play was so peculiarly hers, the intimate quality which had made the book “go” had been wonderfully retained, so that spontaneous laughter marked her progress through the comedy.  It was all so true and universal, the characters so well drawn, the denouement so happy!  At the climax of the third act the company broke into irresistible and unpremeditated applause.