“Phyl!”
“How wonderful!”
“But it’s tomorrow,” were some of the exclamations that greeted Helen’s news.
“Well, can you, or can’t you?” Helen demanded. “I must hurry back to the Infirmary, and put Poppy’s mind at rest. She is making herself sicker by worrying.”
“Of course I’ll do it,” Phyllis answered promptly though her knees trembled beneath her.
“Good girl!”
“Tell Poppy that I will do my best, and now everybody please get out, I’ve got to study lines.”
“Don’t worry about lines,” Janet said quietly.
“But why not?”
“Because I know the whole play backwards and frontwards, and I will sit in the wings and follow you with every letter,” Janet promised.