"Belasco is one of the leading managers in New York, Professor," explained Jarvis, patiently. "He is as well known as Pierpont Morgan or Theodore Roosevelt." "Indeed! Well, I am not surprised at my ignorance. I have no interest in present-day drama. It is degenerate mush." "Have you seen anything, since 'Uncle Tom's Cabin'?" Jarvis inquired. "I have seen 'The Second Mrs. Tanqueray,'" he replied conclusively. "That was considered strong meat in its day, but now we have 'Damaged Goods,'" mused Jarvis. "And what are 'Damaged Goods'?" inquired the Professor. "What are Yonkers? Don't tell him, Jarvis--he's too young to know. It's an ugly modern play. We saw some things you might have enjoyed. Oh, I often wished for you." "Thank you, my dear, but I have no desire to enter that cauldron of humanity." "I agree with you, Professor Parkhurst." "That is a rare occurrence, I may say," answered the Professor, with a twinkle. "Thank goodness, you have me to prod you into life. You would both sit in your dens and figure and write until you blinked like owls in the night. I have stored up energy enough, from these two weeks in the cauldron, to run me for months. I didn't miss one thing, ugly or beautiful. I shall use it all." "Use it? How use it, my dear?" "In my thoughts, my opinions, my life." "Dear me!" said her father, staring at her. "What odd things you say!" "It's true, what she says," Jarvis ejaculated. "She rolled New York up on reels, like a moving-picture show, and I have no doubt she could give us a very good performance." "I shall," quoth Bambi. "It is rather a pity you waste your impressions, Bambi. Why don't you write them down?" Jarvis patronized. "In a young lady's diary, I suppose. No, thanks." "One author in a family is enough," commented the Professor, heartily. "You ought to tell us your conclusion about your career. Did you settle it in your mind?" "I did." "A career?" anxiously, from Professor Parkhurst. "Yes, wealth and fame are in my grasp." "You haven't done anything rash, my dear?" "Well, slightly rash, but not the rashest I could do." "Is it dancing?" from Jarvis. "Of a sort." "Not public dancing?" "No, private," she giggled. "Will it take you away much?" Jarvis asked her. "Oh, I'll go to New York occasionally." "It is to be a secret, I take it?" the Professor said. "It is, old Sherlock Holmes." They slipped back into their routine of life as if it had never been broken. Jarvis, after two perturbed days of restlessness, went into a work fit over a new play. The Professor was busy with final examinations, so Bambi was left alone with plenty of leisure in which to do her next story.