"Dr. Ellis attended to that, a few minutes ago."
"Oh, I'm so glad!" cried Miss Ellingwood, with a great rise of spirits. "Then they'll certainly be here."
She ate her supper with a good appetite, and then went up to the chapel.
Sarah dressed slowly. Ellen and Mabel, having seen the flurry which preceded other Junior plays, laughed scornfully. They did not like Miss Ellingwood.
"It'll be a failure," declared Mabel. "I could manage a play better." She looked impertinently at Sarah. "Now don't you go and tell her, Sarah."
Sarah did not answer. The walk had made her tired. She meant to go early to the chapel and take a book. Then she could get a good seat, and could study her extra history lesson until the play began.
She heard voices as she opened the chapel door. She thought at first that some one had mounted the stage for a final bit of practice, then she saw that it was Miss Ellingwood. Just in front of the stage stood Dr. Ellis.
"I've had a telephone message, Miss Ellingwood. They have tried to get a car out, but they say the snow is so soft and heavy that they can't get out and back before ten o'clock."
"Then my play is doomed!"
"Isn't there anything that can be done?"