Professor Henbane ain't nowhere to be found, as usual. No matter. No reason the new little bird can't get tarted up for her first performance. "Ain't no time to audition now, Sally-dear," I tells her, pulling her by the arm, through the fairgrounds to the ladies' dressing carriage. "You been through a lot, I can tell, but so've all our girls. They've been there and back, too. They orta take good care o' yer."

I push the dressing room door open, prompting a chorus of gasps and oaths, like "Cor!" "Watch it, will yer!" "'Ave an 'eart, why dontcha!" But I'm too busy to takes a peek at them in their unmentionables, so I toss the new girlie in and shuts the door behind me. Time to hie me to the hippodrome to help prepare the 'questrian tricks!