But that was not quite the end of it all. Mr. Monterey, of the Centerport Opera House, was in a seat down in front that evening. He never was seen to applaud once; but on Saturday evening, when the play was repeated for the general public to attend, he came again and this time brought a stranger who paid quite as close attention to Jess's play as did Mr. Monterey himself.
After the performance and before Jess and Laura started for home with their escorts, they heard that the stranger with the local manager was a very famous New York producer. He had come especially to see "The Spring Road."
And when Jess arrived home she found the gentleman, with Mr. Monterey, conferring with her mother in their little sitting room.
"I assure you," said Mrs. Morse, proudly, "the play is practically Josephine's own work. It is her idea, clothed in her own language. I am pleased that you find it so admirable for a child to have written"
"It is admirable—in spots—for anybody to have written," said the New York gentleman. "And this is the young lady?"
Mrs. Morse introduced Jess.
"You are the budding playwright?" suggested the stranger.
"I am not so sure of that," replied Jess,
