Come, vacation's over!
Let's not sigh for more dances; let's go at our work with a will. I've
plenty before me. The school play comes week after next, and I haven't
as good material this year as last. How I'm ever going to get Olivia
Cartwright to put sufficient backbone into her _Petruchio_, I don't
know. I only wish I could play him myself!"
"Rob! Couldn't you?"
"It's never done. My part is just to coach and coach, to go over the
lines a thousand times and the stage business ten thousand, and then to
stay behind the scenes and hiss at them: 'More spirit! More life! Throw
yourself into it!' and then to watch them walk it through like puppets!
Well, _The Taming of the Shrew_ is pretty stiff work for amateurs, no
doubt of that--there's that much to be said. Breakfast time, childie!
You must hurry, and I must be off."
Half an hour later Ruth watched her sister walk away down the street
with Louis, her step as lithe and vigorous as her brother's. Ruth
herself was accustomed to drive with her father to the school which she
attended--a rival school, as it happened, of the fashionable one at
which Roberta taught.
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