“I don’t know,” laughed Betty, “but I feel obliged to remind you that the third act of Sara Crewe is on and you belong out there where you can hear your cue.”
“I hope Roberta won’t be disappointed about getting a part in the senior play,” Betty confided to Madeline, as they parted afterward in the Belden House hall. “She did awfully well to-night, but I think she takes it too seriously. She doesn’t realize what tremendous competition there is for the parts in our plays, nor what lots of practice some of the girls have had.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t worry,” said Madeline easily. “If she doesn’t get anything, she’ll have to do without. She’ll have plenty of company. She probably won’t try when the time comes.”
“Yes,” said Betty, “she will, and she’s so sensitive that she’ll hate terribly to fail. So, as I started her on her mad career as an actress, I feel responsible.”
“You always feel responsible for something,” laughed Madeline. “While you’re in the business why don’t you remember that you’re responsible for a nice little slice of to-night’s performance. Miss Ferris says it’s the best house-play she’s seen.”
“I know. Isn’t it just splendid?” sighed Betty rapturously. “And isn’t the Princess a dear? But Madeline, you haven’t any idea how my feet ache.”