Honey St. Clair, whose name before she went on a stage was ‘Marjorie Robinson’, called out,
“Come in.”
The dressing room door opened to admit a diminutive messenger boy carrying a huge basket of roses and lilies of the valley and a small green box that obviously contained flowers for the shoulder.
“Well, you are a ray of sunshine. Sonny,” she said to the child. “This dressing room has been looking like the Sahara for several days. Put the flowers in the corner.”
He did as he was told and she looked at the label with a wistful expression before putting it down in front of Carlotta’s looking glass.
A few moments later there was a sound of footsteps outside and the door burst open.
“That devil ruined my entrance again,” Carlotta fumed, coming in and throwing herself down petulantly on a
