The old wing won, however, and it was Sally who had her name engraved on the cup as the winner of the highest score.
It was an exciting day, but the most thrilling thing happened in the evening. All preparations had been made for the play to be given on the night before Commencement. The Dramatic Club had decided on Romeo and Juliet. Daphne was to play Juliet, and Poppy Romeo.
Phyllis had a small part as one of Romeo’s friends. Rehearsals had been going on for the past month, and the cast felt that they were word perfect in their parts at least.
Then the night before the performance Poppy fell down stairs. She cut her face and bruised her shoulders and was carried unconscious to the infirmary.
The Twins and Sally and Daphne heard the news in horrified silence.
“Who will play Romeo?” Daphne demanded.
The question was settled for them by Helen Jenkins. She knocked on the door and strode in in her usual business-like way.
She saw by their faces that they knew the news, so she went straight to the point.
“It’s the worst possible thing that could have happened,” she said decidedly; and then without a word of warning, added, “Phyllis, you will have to play Romeo.”
“I play Romeo—”