It's going to be a great success--I can say that because my part is only a small one, you know.
We shall make lots of money for the Home, too, I'm sure." "But you're wearing yourself all out with it, dear," scowled Bertram.
"Nonsense! I like it; besides, when I'm doing this I'm not telephoning you to come and amuse me.

Just think what a lot of extra time you have for your work!" "Don't want it," avowed Bertram.
"But the _work_ may," retorted Billy, showing all her dimples.

"Never mind, though; it'll all be over after the twentieth.

_This_ isn't an understudy like Marie's wedding, you know," she finished demurely.
"Thank heaven for that!" Bertram had breathed fervently.

But even as he said the words he grew sick with fear.