CHAPTER XXIII—“CAUGHT ON THE FLY”
The last few days before the first performance of “The Spring Road” was a whirl of excitement for most of the girls of Central High, and all those belonging to the M. O. R.’s. or who were to take part in the play. Mr. Sharp, on his own responsibility, announced a general holiday for Friday, with certain lessons to be made up to pay for the deducted time.
“It is my opinion that little work can be expected from either the young ladies or young gentlemen on the momentous day,” he said. “Besides, I understand that Miss Gould desires to have a final rehearsal of the play on Friday morning on the stage upstairs. Therefore, mere matters of education may be put aside.”
He was quite good natured about it, however, and entirely approved of the attempt of Central High pupils to do something upon the stage that was really “worth while.” And Jess Morse’s play was indeed far above the average of amateur attempts.
“You girls are invited to a dash on the Blue Streak after the rehearsal to-morrow, Sis,” Chet Belding said to Laura at dinner Thursday evening. “Lance and I will show you some sport.”
Mrs. Belding looked doubtfully at her husband. “Do you think that iceboat Chet has built is really safe for the girls, James?” she asked.
“Bless your heart, Mother!” returned the jeweler, his eyes twinkling, “it’s quite as safe for Laura and Jess as it is for the boys.”
“Ye—es, I suppose so,” admitted the good woman. “But it doesn’t seem so safe. Girls are different from boys.”
“Not so different, nowadays,” grumbled Chet. “You ought to see some of those husky Central High girls going off with Mrs. Case on their skis. And ski running is as dangerous as iceboating—believe me!”
“I do believe you, my son. I have no reason to doubt your word,” returned Mother Belding, quietly.