Phyllis’s face relaxed. “Then that’s all right,” she said. “I’ll brush up on them, for I know them myself, of course, only I’m not sure of the cues.”
“I’ll give you those.”
Sally and Daphne paused at the door.
“Call me when you want to go over it with me,” Daphne said. “And oh, Phyl! I didn’t like to say it before Helen, but I am so thrilled that I don’t know what to do.”
“Taffy, you’re a darling,” Phyllis replied. “I’ll probably spoil all your nice scenes, too.”
“Oh, no you won’t,” Sally returned decidedly.
“How do you know?” Phyllis asked laughing.
“Aunt Jane’s Poll-parrot told me,” Sally replied as the door closed on them.
It was a busy twenty-four hours that followed. Janet stayed with Phyllis every minute and gave her of her own courage.
The dress rehearsal was a decided failure, but the old girls were not at all alarmed.