"Correct," agreed Tom. "Remember that Children's Symphony we exhausted ourselves on for a month last winter, Della?"
Della did and expressed her memories with closed eyes and out-stretched hands.
"If each one of us makes himself and herself responsible for having his own part perfect and the stunts that he's drilling others in as nearly perfect as he can, then I don't see why we need more than ten days for it."
"Especially as we know all the dances now and the Old Ladies' Home tableau won't take much preparation."
"Have we got enough numbers on the program, Helen?"
"I think we ought to end with a long thing of some sort."
"We'll never pull off the show if you try to stick in a play," growled James.
"Not a play, but I was reading Browning's 'Pied Piper of Hamelin' the other day and it can easily be made workable with just a little speaking and some pantomime. Two or three rehearsals ought to do it."
"All right, then. Your sufferings be on your head."
"You'll all back me up, won't you?"