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`` You betcher sweet ! '' the large lady replied , and with that she grabbed Skinski 's arm and they left us flat . Bunch and I loafed around till about an hour before show time , when we put a young chap we had sworn to secrecy on the door , and then we went back on the stage and began to chatter nervously . At seven o'clock Dodo came in with one of those sunburst souses , and as she went sailing by to her dressing room she gave us the haughty head and murmured , `` You betcher sweet ! '' Seven thirty and no Skinski . I was nervous , but I was n't a marker to Bunch . He had long since graduated from biting his finger nails , and was now engaged in eating the brim of his opera hat .