"I thought so. What's he going to do to you? Make you forfeit all the games?"
"No. Maybe something worse than that."
"Worse? What is it?" asked Neale, in wonder.
"He says we none of us can act in that play he told about this morning."
"Huh!" muttered the boy, eyeing Agnes' flushed face and tearful eyes in surprise. "Do you care?"
"Oh, Neale! I know I can act. I love it. I've always been crazy for it. And now, when there's maybe a chance, I am not—going—to—be—let!"
"Goodness! do you really feel so bad about it, Aggie?"
"I—I—— Why, my heart will be just broken if I can't act in The Carnation Countess," sobbed the Corner House girl.
"Oh, cricky! Don't turn on the sprinkler again, Aggie," begged Neale, in a panic.
"I—I just can't help it! To think of there being a play acted in this town, and I might be in it!" wailed Agnes. "And now it's just out of my reach! It's too mean for anything, that's what it is!"