“Who’s in your show?”
“I am the star, and Tommy Page is Carton. He’s no good because he giggles, but Mr. Christiansen wouldn’t play it. I asked him first.”
Mrs. Bryce laughed.
“I suppose you could do with ice cream and cake.”
“We could”—promptly.
“What are you going to wear?”
“I have several costumes. I took your velvet opera coat for the rehearsal. Do you mind?”
“Mind? Certainly I mind. Don’t you dare touch anything in my closet.”
“All right,” replied her daughter, coolly; “Tommy brought over his mother’s best coat in case you were huffy.”
“I shall call Madge Page up this minute and tell her.”