Then they
gathered in the dining-room to have their share of the goodies and
discuss the evening, feeling that the best part of the whole was
the merry time of talking it over afterwards.
"Oh," groaned Alan, taking off his hat as he helped himself to a
macaroon; "I didn't much think I should ever breathe again, to say
nothing of eating, after Pocahontas came down on me. Polly, I do
wish you'd go and get weighed, in the morning." "There's one favor
I'd like to ask," said Jessie. "If we ever play it over again, I
wish that when you get ready to kill us, you'd put us inside the
curtain. You were so eager about untying Alan that you forgot all
about me, and when the curtain came down, I was half inside it and
half outside, so that Mrs. Adams had to come and pull me back,
before I could get up."
"If we ever play it again!" echoed Jean. "But you never will, with
my consent. I thought 'twas splendid, while I was writing it; when
we were rehearsing it, I thought 'twas pretty good; but while we
were playing it to-night before all those people, I thought it was
simply dreadful, and I was ashamed of myself for ever trying to
write such trash."
"If you don't like it, you can write us another," said Jessie;
"but, for my part, this is good enough for me.
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