"I say, Professor! there's a girl here that knows Trix Severn's part better than she does herself."
"What's this? Another booster?" demanded the director, sorrowfully.
"Just try her! She knows it all by heart. And she's a blonde."
"Why haven't I seen her before, if she's so good? Is she in the chorus?" demanded the doubtful professor.
"She hasn't had any part in the play at all—yet," declared Neale O'Neil, banking all upon this chance for Agnes. "But you just try her out!"
"Perfectly," declared the boy, earnestly.
He dared say no more, but he watched the professor's face sharply.
"I don't suppose she can do any more harm than the other," muttered the desperate director. "Send her up here, boy. Odd I should not have known there was an understudy for Innocent Delight."
Neale went down to the row of seats in which Agnes and a few of the "penitent sisterhood" sat. "Say!" he said, grinning at Agnes and whispering into her pretty ear, "Now's your chance to show us what you can do."