“I’m hopeless,” Phyllis protested.
“You are not,” Janet denied hotly.
“How do you feel, honey?” Poppy inquired. She was downstairs, but a sad sight indeed, with her face covered with little pieces of gauze slapped on with bits of adhesive plaster.
“Terrified, Poppy,” Phyllis admitted.
“That’s just right. I wouldn’t have you sure of yourself for a second,” Poppy comforted.
“Oh, dear, I must go and study some more,” Phyllis sighed.
“You are to do nothing of the kind. You are to go out and take a walk, and then come in and have a nice nap.”
Phyllis laughed at the idea, but Poppy, with the aid of Sally and Janet won her point, and with Daphne, nearly as frightened as Phyllis, they went for a long walk.
When they got back they were glad enough for a little nap.
At last the evening came, and with it all the attendant excitement of a performance. The old girls were as calm as they could be. They were used to it, but poor Daphne and Phyllis!