"Well, we thought of it first. It was our idea entirely."
"It's not nearly as much fun to watch as to act!"
"Go home then, if you don't want to stay. Or go and do prep!"
"No, thanks!"
Leaving their audience to settle itself or not as it wished, the four self-elected performers hurriedly retired into the green-room behind the stage to plan out their entertainment.
"What shall we act?" asked Marion, rather blank when brought face to face with the emergency of instantaneous dramatic composition.
"Give me a few minutes to think," replied Lesbia, sitting down with her head in her hands.
Lesbia's imagination was the brightest part of her mental equipment. She could often invent things in a flash. Indeed all her best work was a species of inspiration. The idea either came to her instantly, like a slave of the lamp, or stopped away altogether. This afternoon the Ariel who supplied her happiest successes was apparently close at hand. After clutching her forehead for a short, but to judge from her expression an agonizing, period, she suddenly jumped up.
"I've got it!" she triumphed. "And quite a jinky one too—name and all!"
Three cogitating girls left off fidgeting and drumming on the table and faced her expectantly.