"Goodness, my family's been prophesying that thing ever since I can remember," Grace retorted, putting aside her knitting, and drawing nearer to the candy box. "If I had listened to them I'd have worried myself into all sorts of things by this time."
"Instead you'd rather eat yourself into them," sighed Mollie primly, handing over the box with an air of resignation. "Betty, what was it you were saying?"
Betty chuckled.
"First of all, Grace is walking off with your wool," she said. "Look out, Grace, you'll break it."
"It was about Mrs. Barton Ross, wasn't it?" asked Amy patiently.
"Oh, yes! Well, she suggested that we give the same performance over again. Everybody liked it, and any number of people had spoken to her about it, saying they'd like to see it over again. Of course we'd have to leave out the booths and things; they would take too much time to get ready, but we might give the sketch."
"Goodness, that's a regular compliment," gurgled Mollie, knitting furiously. "Instead of—as Roy would say—'getting the hook,' they ask us to do it all over again. I wouldn't have thought any audience would stand for it."
"Well," continued Betty, "I told Mrs. Ross I'd talk it over with you folks, and if we did it at all, it would be for the benefit of the Y.W.C.A. Of course, we don't know how the boys will feel about it."
But the boys were perfectly willing to give the play again, declaring that "if Deepdale could stand for it, they surely could."
Deepdale did stand for it to the amount of a sum that made Mrs. Barton Ross open her eyes wide in delighted astonishment. The affair was a huge success.