Time: Midnight.
Scene: A dark corridor.
“We must have it gloomy and mysterious, it’s so much more interesting.”
“Yes,” said Helen, who was hanging over Hester’s shoulder. “Who’ll appear first?”
“You,” said Hester, writing rapidly.
Enter the Wandering Minstrel.
“Oh, I never could! I’d be scared to death!” cried Helen, who had a way of taking things seriously.
“Let her be asleep,” said Marjorie; “then she won’t feel embarrassed, and she’s used to walking in her sleep, you know.”
This was true enough, and Hester rewrote:
Enter the Wandering Minstrel, sound asleep. She sings to her banjo: