"No, we are not," said Cecilia; "not the Sisters Sprightly nor the Brothers Bung. We are going to do it ourselves."
"What—a Sisters Sprightly Act? Have a little shame, Cecilia. What will Christopher think when he sees his mother in a ballet skirt, kicking about all over the drawing-room?"
"He'd think I looked very nice," said Cecilia hotly, "if I was going to wear one; but I'm not."
"Not going to wear a ballet skirt?" I said. "You surely don't mean to appear in——"
"We're not going to do a Sisters Sprightly turn at all," shouted Margery: "nobody ever thought of them but you."
"Then I give it up," I said helplessly; "I quite understood you to say—— Then what are you going to do, anyway?"
"Well, we thought at first we'd do a play, but there were difficulties in the way."
"Too true," I said; "none of us can act to begin with."
"Speak for yourself," said Margery.
"Pardon, Miss Thorndike," I apologised.