read, "'stands erect in an easy, natural, graceful attitude. Heels not too far apart, head erect, eyes to the front with a level gaze'—get your gaze level, old thing!—'shoulders thrown back, arms hanging naturally at the sides when not otherwise employed'—that means that, if he tries to hit you, it's all right to guard—'chest expanded naturally, and abdomen'—this is no place for you, Lucille. Leg it out of earshot—'ab—what I said before—drawn in somewhat and above all not protruded.' Now, have you got all that? Yes, you look all right. Carry on, laddie, carry on. Let's have two-penn'orth of the Dynamic Voice and the Tone of Authority—some of the full, rich, round stuff we hear so much about!"
Bill fastened a gimlet eye upon his brother-in-law and drew a deep breath.
"Father!" he said. "Father!"
"You'll have to brighten up Bill's dialogue a lot," said Lucille, critically, "or you will never get bookings."
"Father!"
"I mean, it's all right as far as it goes, but it's sort of monotonous. Besides, one of you ought to be asking questions and the other answering. Mill ought to be saying, 'Who was that lady I saw you coming down the street with?' so that you would be able to say, 'That wasn't a lady. That was my wife.' I know! I've been to lots of vaudeville shows."
Bill relaxed his attitude. He deflated his chest, spread his heels, and ceased to draw in his abdomen.
"We'd better try this another time, when we're alone," he said, frigidly. "I can't do myself justice."
"Why do you want to do yourself justice?" asked Lucille.
