guessed that Harrietta, the Heroine, is none other than Harrietta Fuller, deftest of comediennes, whom you have seen in one or all of those slim little plays in which she has made a name but no money to speak of, being handicapped for the American stage by her intelligence and her humour sense, and, as she would tell you, by her very name itself.

“Harrietta Fuller! Don’t you see what I mean?” she would say. “In the first place, it’s hard to remember. And it lacks force. Or maybe rhythm. It doesn’t clink. It sort of humps in the middle. A name should flow. Take a name like Barrymore — or Bernhardt — or Duse — you can’t forget them. Oh, I’m not comparing myself to them. Don’t be funny. I just mean — why, take Harrietta alone. It’s deadly.