John, meanwhile, with Phyllis' help, took off the pretty pink satin
slipper, with its rosette, and the pink silk stocking, and found
that Gail's ankle was badly sprained. They did it up properly, and
Phyllis took Gail home.
"Now what shall we do?" demanded Clarence at the end of the act,
pushing the Lord Chancellor's wig to one side, and staring around him.
"What about Gail's guest, the one that's coming down tomorrow?"
offered Tiddy.
"We have her cast, anyway," Clarence answered dolefully.
"She's played Celia, the one that's a sort of lieutenant-fairy, before,
and I remember the time I had getting her to memorize her words--not
a long part at all. She could no more play Phyllis than I can."
"Were you talking about the part, or about me?"' asked Phyllis
Harrington, coming in again.
"How is Gail?" asked everybody.
"Ask John," said Phyllis. "Her ankle seems to be hurting her badly,
poor girl. I hope it will be all right tomorrow night. I made her go
to bed, and her mother is sworn to make her stay there. I'll go
through her part for her now, Clarence, if it will be any help."
Clarence stared at her.
"Can you?" he asked.
"Well, I know the words," said Phyllis. "And I don't think she will
be able to rehearse again. It will be as much as she can do to get
up tomorrow night and go through it."
John shook his head. "I'm afraid she won't be able to do even that,"
he said.
"Then you'll have to take the part, Phyllis!" said Clarence with a
sudden decision.
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