“Great. I’m going to give it in my theatre.”
“Playing all the parts yourself?” he teased.
“All the important ones,” she answered, seriously.
“Shall I tell your mother that you are enjoying yourself?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll toddle along now, I guess.”
“Wait a minute. I have to answer him.”
“Hurry up about it then.”
Wally took up her abandoned book, while she went to her desk to compose.