By no means finished work--as how should it be, in
a young teacher but few years out of school herself--it yet had an
originality and freshness of interpretation all its own, and the
applause which praised it was very spontaneous and genuine. Roberta had
been the joy of her class in college dramatics, and several of her
former classmates, in her audience to-night, gleefully told one another
that she was surpassing anything she had formerly done.
"It's simply superb, you know, don't you?--your sister's acting," said
Richard Kendrick's voice in Ruth's ear again at the end of the first
act, and she turned her burning cheek his way as she answered happily:
"It seems so to me--but then I'm prejudiced, you know."
"We're all prejudiced, when it comes to that--made so by this
performance. I'm pretty proud of my cousin _Petruchio_, too," he went
on, including Mrs. Cartwright at his side. "I'd no idea boots could be
so becoming to any girl--outside of a chorus. Olivia's splendid. Do you
suppose"--he was addressing Ruth again--"you and I might go behind the
scenes and tell them how we feel about it?"
"Oh, no, indeed, Mr.
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