Advertising had not been quite as heavy as the first week and Tom had used every line of copy Helen had written, but the paper looked clean and readable.
Helen stacked the papers on the makeup table and started folding. When Tom finished the press run he folded while Helen started stamping the names of the subscribers on the papers. By four o’clock every paper was in the postoffice and half an hour later they were ready to call it a day and lock up the office.
When Helen reached home her mother made her go to her room and rest for an hour before supper.
They were eating when Margaret hurried in.
“Here are your tickets,” she told Mrs. Blair. “I managed to get them exchanged so we’ll all be together.”
“But I thought you had decided not to go to the play?” Helen said to her mother.
“That was before you had a part in it,” smiled Mrs. Blair.
“Where are you going to sit?”
“You don’t want to know,” put in Tom. “If you did, it would make you nervous. It’s bad enough to know that we’ll be there.”
The cast had been called to meet on the stage at seven-fifteen for last minute instructions. The curtain was at eight-fifteen and that would give them an hour to dress and get into makeup.