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The other letter was from Rosita. Patience had not heard from her for a long while. Three months previously, Mr. Foord had written of Mrs. Thrailkill's death, and mentioned that Rosita had gone to Sacramento to visit Miss Galpin-now Mrs. Trent-until her uncle, who had returned to Kentucky, should send for her.
Oh, Patita! Patita! [the letter began], what do you think? _I am on the stage._ I had been crazy to go on ever since _that night_. A theatrical man was in Monterey just before mamma's death, and he told me they were always wanting pretty corus girls at the Tivoli; so after the funeral I told everybody I was going to stay with Miss Galpin until Uncle Jim sent for me-I hated to lie, but I had to-and I went up to San Francisco and went right to the Tivoli. He took me because he said I was pretty and had a fresh voice. I had to ware tights. You should have seen me. At first I felt all the time like stooping over to cover up my legs with my arms. But after a while I got used to it, and one night we had to dance, and everybody said I was the most graceful. The manager said I was a born dancer and actress. The other day what do you think happened?