"
"Nonsense! I'll stick pins into you--metaphorically speaking," declared
Roberta. "I'll keep you up to it. Now go straight to bed--no sitting up
to talk it over with Ethel--poor child! Good-night, dear, and don't you
dare be afraid of me!"
"Are you going to play the boots, after all?" Louis queried as he and
Roberta started toward home, walking at a rapid pace, as usual after
rehearsals.
"I wish I were, if I must play some part. No, it's _Katherine_. Ethel
Revell has come down with tonsilitis, just at the last minute. It was to
be expected, of course--somebody always does it. But I did hope it
wouldn't be one of the principals. Of course there's nobody who could
possibly get up the part overnight except the coach, so I'm in for it.
And the worst of it is that unless I'm very careful I shall
over-_Katherine_ my _Petruchio_! If Olivia will only keep her voice
resonant! She can stride and gesture pretty well now, but highly
dramatic moments always cause her to raise her key--and then the boots
only serve to make the effect grotesque."
"Never mind; unconscious humour is always interesting to the audience.
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