"Why not take a ready-made play?" asked Polly. "It would save ever so much work."
"What is there?" said Molly, sitting up to discuss the matter.
"We don't want any Shakespeare," added Jean; "that's all killing, and Florence doesn't want to go dead, you know."
"I'll tell you what, girls," said Molly, as if struck with a sudden idea, "we'll have an original play, and Jean shall write it."
Florence and Polly applauded the suggestion, while Jean groaned,—
"I can't, girls. I never could in this world."
"Yes, you can," returned Molly, who had firm faith in her friend's ability. "You go right to work on it, and you ought to get it all done in a week or two, so we can give it before school opens."
"And we want just five people in it," said Polly. "I know I can get Alan to act, if Molly can't."
Molly shrugged her shoulders incredulously, while Jean inquired, with the calmness of desperation,—
"What shall it be about?"