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BAMBI
“Since I left Sunnyside this morning? Quite.”
“How many personalities have you been since then?”
“Oh, not nearly all my mes.”
“Protean artist?”
“Headliner,” she nodded.
They drank to the success of the play. Later, as he stood beside her in the car, a few minutes before she was to leave, she put her hand in his.
“I’ve had the loveliest time,” she said. “You are the most accomplished playmate I ever had.”
“It has been a happy day.”
“Come to Sunnyside soon.”
The train began to move out and he hurried to get off. She waved to him from the window. She was tired, so she went to bed at once, with never a dream of the emptiness her small presence left in New York for the “Playmate.”
