She found the committee in riotous and jubilant session in Madeline’s room.
“Three cheers for Sara Crewe!” shrieked Polly Eastman, when Helen appeared.
“Goodness, I’m not Sara,” gasped Helen.
“Oh, I mean the play, not the character,” explained Polly impatiently. “It’s going to be simply great. What do you suppose we’ve got now, Helen?”
“I don’t know,” said Helen, sitting down on the floor, since the bed and all the chairs were fully occupied.
“Well guess,” commanded Polly, tossing her a cushion.
“A lot of Turkish-looking things for Mr. Carrisford’s study.”
“Nonsense! We can get those all right when the time comes.”
“Josephine Boyd has learned her part.”
“Then she’s done a tall lot of work on it since last rehearsal,” said Polly serenely. “I’m sure I hope she has, but this is something any amount nicer.”