Billy had calmly made up her mind to that, now.

But then, she was used to failures, she told herself.

Was she not plainly failing every day of her life to bring about even friendship between Alice Greggory and Arkwright?
Did they not emphatically and systematically refuse to be "thrown together," either naturally, or unnaturally?
And yet--whenever again could she expect such opportunities to further her Cause as had been hers the past few weeks, through the operetta and its rehearsals?
Certainly, never again! It had been a failure like all the rest; like the operetta, in particular.
Billy did not mean that any one should know she was crying.

She supposed that all the performers except herself and the two earth-bound fairies by the piano with Alice Greggory were gone.

She knew that John with Peggy was probably waiting at the door outside, and she hoped that soon the fairies would decide to go home and go to bed, and let other people do the same.