"One at a time, girls," laughed Miss Tebbs. "I have not asked you to enact a mob scene."
Under cover of the confusion, Grace and her three friends slipped out of the library.
"'The play's the thing,'" quoted Nora, "and me for it."
"That is for the judges to decide," said Jessica sagely. "Perhaps they won't even look at you."
"Do you think any one could see my Irish countenance and fail to be impressed?" demanded Nora.
"Really and truly, Nora, the more you travel with Hippy, the more you talk like him," remarked Grace.
"I consider that a compliment," replied Nora, laughing. "Hippy says awfully funny things."
"Look at our little Anne," said Jessica. "She is actually dreaming. Tell us about it, dear."
"I was thinking of the play," said Anne dreamily. "I do so want a part, if only a little one."
"You'll be chosen for Rosalind, see if you aren't," predicted Grace.