SUNSHINE AFTER RAIN Of course not one of our friends agreed with the judge.

Indignation and resentment were written on every face--except that of Goldstein.

The manager rubbed his hands softly together and, approaching Maud, he whispered: "You needn't speak to Jones about me.

It's all right.

I guess he won't be interfering with me any more, eh?
And come _early_ to-morrow morning.
We've got a lot of rehearsing to do.