"Certainly not."
"But you've got to! Listen! Put on the costume, and do as I tell you. We'll cut the dance, so you won't have a thing to do but walk down a flight of stairs."
"Jane, you've got to do it," cried Bobs. "Somebody has got to help Jerry out, and you're the only one left."
"But I couldn't do it. I never was in a show. I would mix it all up."
"No, you wouldn't. The whole success of this scene is up to you, Miss Judd. Won't you please do it? We ought to be there in thirty minutes."
"Where's the costume?"
"Here. It came while you were gone."
Bobs sat up and began taking it out of the box.
"I can't do it, Mr. Paxton," Jane repeated.
He sank down on a chair, despair writ large. Bobs swung her feet round to the floor, and rose, but dizziness flung her back on the couch with a groan.