“Why, Helen,” she exclaimed. “You’re gorgeous—beautiful. Every boy in town will be crazy about you.”
“I’ll worry about that later,” Helen replied. “But I’m so glad you think I look all right.”
“You’re perfectly adorable.”
The praise from Miss Weeks buoyed Helen with an inner courage that made her fairly sparkle and she played her part for all it was worth. Again she forgot her lines but she managed to escape by faking conversation.
When the rehearsal was over, Margaret hastened to the stage.
“You’ll be the hit of the show,” she whispered to Helen. “And think of it, one of the sophomores running away with the seniors play.”
“But I don’t intend to do that,” Helen replied. “I’m only here to help them out. Besides, I may forget my lines and make some terrible mistake tomorrow night.”
“You’ll do nothing of the kind,” Margaret insisted, as they left the theater.
Thursday was Helen’s busy day. Final examinations for two periods in the morning and then to the office after lunch to help Tom fold and mail the week’s edition of the Herald.
Tom had put the two pages for the last run on the press before going home for lunch so when they returned the press was ready for the afternoon’s work.