alking and turned their
attention toward her.

"You are all aware that each year the senior class gives a play, which
they choose, manage and produce with no assistance save that given by
Miss Tebbs," said the principal. "So far the three lower classes have
never given a play. Some time ago Miss Tebbs suggested that as we need
money for special books in the library which our yearly appropriation
does not cover, we might present a Shakespearian play with good effect,
choosing the cast from the freshman, sophomore and junior classes.

"The first thing to be thought of is the play itself. After due
consideration, we decided that 'As You Like It' is better suited to our
needs than any of the other Shakespearian dramas. In it are twenty-one
speaking characters, besides numerous lords, pages and attendants. We
shall probably use about fifty girls, thus making it an elaborate
production. By the attendance this afternoon I should imagine that you
are heartily in favor of our project and that we shall have no trouble
in making up the cast. As Miss Tebbs has charge of the situation, I
yield the floor to her. She will explain to you about the giving out of
the parts."

There was an enthusiastic clapping of hands as Miss Thompson smiled and
nodded to the girls, then left the room. Miss Tebbs then stated that on
Friday afternoon after school there would be a "try out" for parts in
the gymnasium, in order to find out what girls were most capable of
doing good work in the cast. Just what the test would be had not been
decided. It would be well, however, to study the chosen play and become
familiar with it; also each girl must bring a copy of the play with her.
If the girls wished to ask any questions, she would answer them as far
as possible. Miss Kane would help with the posing and coaching when the
thing was fairly started.

The girls crowded around Miss Tebbs and Miss Kane, asking all sorts of
questions.

"One at a time, girls," laughed Miss Tebbs. "I have not asked you to
enact a mob scene."

Under cover of the confusion, Grace and her three friends slipped out of
the library.

"'The play's the thing,'" quoted Nora, "and me for it."

"That is for the judges to decide," said Jessica sagely. "Perhaps they
won't even look at you."

"Do you think any one could see my Irish countenance and fail to be
impressed?" demanded Nora.

"Really and truly, Nora, the more you travel with Hippy, the more you
talk like him," remarked