Betty Wales Senior

s the scene of a tremendous bustle and excitement. The play was to be "Sara Crewe," or rather "The Little Princess," for that is the title

t her play, because it seemed so exactly suited to the capabilities of college girls. The Princess had not only said yes, but she had declared that she should be very much interested in the success of the play, and when Madeline, writing to thank her, had suggested that the Belden House would be only too delighted if

he committee were tired and, to speak frankly, cross, with the exception of Madeline, who was provokingly cool and nonchalant, though she had worked harder than any one else. The cast were infected with that irresponsible hilarity that always attacks an amateu

?uvre of their scenic effects was refusing to work; the bagdads that were to descend as if by Hindu magic and cover the bare walls of Sara's little attic bedroom when the good fairies, in the guise of the aforesaid ser

as chairman of the committee. "To-morrow we'll fix them all up again, the way Madeline says is

" said Betty, "She just cam

twisted it again of course. Georgie Ames, line up the Seminary girls and the Carmichael children, and see whether any

istracted chairman, "I'm so sorry to be late, but some people that I couldn't refuse as

ink," returned Nita, wear

man about the monkey, and he hasn't heard, but he told the organ-man that the play began at half-past eigh

begins at six," said Nita, f

the prospect of going out again. "Only he's so

rstudy a monkey. Josephine Boyd, come here and go through your long speech. I want t

ile Merrifield holding

y. "Perhaps she's not comin

printer has taken this opportune moment to send up. The boy says if you could look at it r

to Josephine. "She can mark proof. Go on Josephine

y, had just finished declaiming her longest speech with praiseworthy regard f

tle moan of despair. "Somebody go and get her," she said. "

ns, rugs and couch-covers, at least a hundred times that afternoon. She was tired and exasperated at this final hitch, and she bu

omewhere!" wailed Betty. "Why, every one was

that it was almost depopulated, and none of the few girls who

t last, and rushed down-stairs again. As she went by the

he said. "You haven't seen Ermengarde

ut it five minutes ago. I'm just getting ready now to go

d but certain that Mrs. Kent's apparent affection

he's at the infirmary with a badly sprained ankle. She'll

BEG YOU

And she's Ermengarde St. John in

o dinner when she slipped on a piece of ice near the campus-gate. She lay there several minutes before any one saw her, and

ided not to go back to the Students' Building to consult Nita. It would be better to bring some one over from the house to read the part

on she met was Roberta Lewis, marching down the c

al," commanded Betty. "Ermengarde St. John has sprained he

doubtfully. "Because I think it would take two people to he

ht, until the committee can find some one to take it." And she gave a

ad not put her on; she was the last person, so the president thought, who would be useful there. And Roberta could not screw her courage up to the point of trying for a place in the cast. So no one knew, since she had never told any one, that she thought actin

anted, she did not think it necessary to mention to Betty that she had borrowed a copy of the play from litt

s accident, but Madeline comfortingly reminded them that the worse the last rehearsal was,

o read her part because she was ashamed to confess that she knew it already, and who was supposed not to be familiar with her "stage business." To be sure, she h

the part to-morro

rassment. "They're going to have Polly Eastman. I h

up to make friends with her, and, finding to her horror that Sara is actually hungry, decides to bring her "spread" up to Sara's

supposed to be lighted by one small candl

that light," whispered Nita to Betty who

we wanted to get the effect of Miss Minchen's curl papers and night-ca

ales, she is, and she's doing it splendid

wledge of it. She realized what she had done when a burst of applause greeted her exit, and actor

usingly, "why didn't you tell me

a. "I only know snatches of it here and

vely. "You must take it, Roberta. Why didn't

t and spoil everything,"

"You'd be ashamed to do

eupon everybody laughed, and Nita hugged Roberta

ute can be fitting it over. We shall have to have an extra rehearsal to-morrow of th

ta gave a sigh of utter exhaustion. "If Madeline's rule holds

n't a college girl, she explained, and she had never known many of them. She just wanted to hear them talk, see their rooms, and if it wasn't too much trouble she should enjoy looking on at a game of-what was it they played so much at Har

mustn't." She sighed. "The newspapers would be sure to get hold of it. Besides they're giv

y. The new Ermengarde was letter-perfect, and nobody but herself had any fear that she would be stage-struck, even though the Princess would be sitting in the very middle of the fourth row. Janet's name was still on the p

with you-that funny, stupid Ermengarde?" one girl would say t

to talk to Ermengarde. Mayn't I go behind? We

Roberta's life when the Princess, having asked particularly for her, said

nes in her capacity of chief dressing-maid and first assistant

I could get a part?"

eople in our class who can act. But the girls say that the only way to get a small part is to try for a big one. Don't you remember how Mary Brooks tried for the hero and th

tones, "do you suppose my father and

o remind you that the third act of Sara Crewe is on

afterward in the Belden House hall. "She did awfully well to-night, but I think she takes it too seriously. She doesn't rea

't get anything, she'll have to do without. She'll have ple

hat she'll hate terribly to fail. So, as I started her

he business why don't you remember that you're responsible for a nice little slic

apturously. "And isn't the Princess a dear? But