“I would like to have you and your father at my house for dinner tonight. You know my house?”
Norma nodded.
“Will you come?”
Norma looked into her father’s eyes. Then she said, “Yes, thank you. That will be fine.”
As she stepped from the platform, Norma felt that she had lived a whole week in one short hour. But her day was not half done.
CHAPTER X
I’M AFRAID
Oddly enough, when Norma had conceived the idea of depicting The Spirit of Seventy-six, and had gone about the task of selecting her fife player and drummers, she had discovered that in all the company there were but two drummers, Rosa and Lena.
At first she hesitated to ask Lena to play the part for, to say the least, their relations had been none too cordial. In the end she had swallowed her pride and made the request.
“Oh, sure!” Lena had agreed. “I think it will be loads of fun!”