"I bet you wisht now you hadn't swapped costumes."
"Oh, I don't know," she says. "It's chilly in here."
Well, it may of been chilly then, but not after the op'ra got goin'
good. Carmen was a human refrigerator compared to the leadin' lady in
this show. Set through two acts and you couldn't hardly believe it was
December.
But the curtain was supposed to go up at eight-ten, and it wasn't only
about that time when we got there, so they was over half a hour to kill
before the show begin. I looked in my program and seen the real
translation o' the title. _The Love o' Three Kings_, it says, and no "of
God" to it. I'd of knew anyway, when I'd read the plot, that He didn't
have nothin' to do with it.