"Highly gratified, I'm sure," chirped Peachy. "How do I return thanks, please? I can't get up in bed and bow. What next?"
"Well, the next is that nobody can think of anything original for the Transition to do at the carnival, and everybody said 'Ask Peachy,' so we've come to you for a suggestion."
"Whew! That's a big order," groaned the invalid. "We've had almost every kind of stunt that's practically possible. What are the seniors getting up this time?"
"Something musical, to judge from the practicing we hear. It sounds like operetta. And the juniors are having a fairy play. Miss Morgan is teaching them. What we want is something utterly and entirely different."
"Exactly!" agreed Peachy, taking a drink of lemonade.
"If you don't have a brain-throb we shall have to descend to an ordinary concert."
"Or a scene from Shakespeare."
"Or a tableau vivant."
"And those have been done simply dozens of times."
"I know," frowned Peachy. "We had 'The Trial Scene' from The Merchant of Venice ourselves last carnival. We couldn't give the same stunt again. Oh, don't bother me! Let me think. How can I get ideas when you're all talking at once?"