And there's the doorbell, and the tenor, I suppose; so of course it's all over now," she sighed, rising to go down-stairs.
As it chanced, however, it was not the tenor, but a message from him--a message that brought dire consternation to the Chairman of the Committee of Arrangements.

The tenor had thrown up his part.

He could not take it; it was too difficult.

He felt that this should be told--at once rather than to worry along for another week or two, and then give up.

So he had told it.
"But what shall we do, Miss Greggory ?" appealed Billy.