Alison had returned to the annex early after rehearsal, saying that it was about time she had some sleep.
“I do think she might have stayed to help, too,” Peggy whispered indignantly. “After all, we’re all in this together, and I’m sure we’re all equally tired. Gus needed the help—he’s still up there, for goodness sake!”
“Well,” Rita said, “that’s Alison. And maybe she didn’t realize how much was involved here.”
“Then why did she come?” Peggy persisted. “She must have known beforehand that she’d be asked to do other things besides act.”
“Oh, a good company to work with, I suppose, and a good director and parts that she wanted to play. Maybe she’s interested in the leading man!” Rita laughed softly. “If there’s another reason, I’m sure I don’t know it. Peggy,” she added eagerly, “while we’re here, why don’t I take a look at your wardrobe? Unless you’re ready for bed—”
“I couldn’t sleep right now on a bed of down!” Peggy agreed enthusiastically as she opened her trunk. “I’m too tired, and it always takes me awhile to wind down. Gosh! I wonder if I’ll really be using all these things!”
The trunk stood flat against the wall, rather like a second bureau, with drawers on one side and hangers on the other. “I tried to think of everything,” Peggy said. “If we don’t open, this certainly will be a monument to wasted effort!”
The girls worked quickly through Peggy’s wardrobe. She had tried to bring an average of three changes apiece for eight different plays, knowing that summer audiences don’t like to see actresses wearing the same thing twice. Besides appearing in a different costume each time, Peggy had to think of the seasons of the plays and be prepared to dress appropriately for spring, summer, fall, and winter.
Suits, dresses, jumpers, skirts, evening gowns, housecoats, sweaters, blouses, shoes, hats, coats, aprons, scarfs! Rita exclaimed, “My! If there’s anything you haven’t remembered, Peggy, I’d like to know what it is. You’re beautifully prepared. It looks as if I might be borrowing from you! And this would look lovely on Alison.” She lifted a silver-sequined jacket from a bed of tissue paper. “I can just see her in it, making a spectacular entrance!”
“Why, I’d be glad to lend it to her,” Peggy said. “I borrowed it myself. But is that done?” She was surprised. “I mean, we all do borrow from each other at the Gramercy Arms—my home in New York. In fact, that’s how I managed this wardrobe. I just couldn’t have done it without help. But somehow, well,” she confessed, “I didn’t think it would be very professional in stock.”