Mrs. Malaprop Linda Mottram. Lydia Languish Meta Wright. Lucy Lois Barlow. "So the Bumble and Gibbie aren't in it, after all!" whispered Aveline. "I never thought they would be, nor the Professor, nor Mr. Browne either, and certainly not Mr. Beasley! It promises to be decent." "Hope they'll begin promptly!" murmured Morvyth. "I say, Barbara, isn't it time you began to dress?" "I don't come on till the second scene," explained Barbara, "so I can change while they're acting the first. That's why they put me as doorkeeper. Go back to your seats. Visitors are arriving." The two front rows had been reserved for outsiders, and presently began to be filled by those who had bought tickets. Miss Beasley and Miss Gibbs took their places, Mademoiselle played an introductory fantasia upon the piano, and the curtains were drawn aside. There was no doubt about the play being amusing; from first to last the audience was convulsed. The actresses threw themselves admirably into their parts, and rendered their characters with the utmost spirit. Veronica, well padded with pillows, made a stout and presentable Sir Anthony Absolute, and played the autocratic parent to the life. Hermie, with blue cloak, sword, and military stride, endeavoured to live up to her conception of an eighteenth-century buck, and made love with a fervour that was all the more enhanced by the sight of Miss Gibbs in the front row, sitting with pursed-up lips and straightened back. Meta, as Lydia Languish, sighed, wept, made eyes, and indulged in a perfect orgy of sentiment, while Lois acted the cheeky maidservant with enthusiasm. The best of all, however, was Mrs. Malaprop; Linda had seen the play on the real stage, and reproduced a famous actress to the utmost of her ability. Her absurd manners and amusing mistakes sent the room into a roar, and she occasionally had to wait for quiet until she could continue her speeches. Everybody voted the evening a huge success. The visitors heartily congratulated Miss Beasley upon the cleverness of her elder pupils, and hoped they would sometimes give another open performance. The girls clapped till their hands were sore. Even Miss Gibbs, though she considered that the love-making had exceeded the limit allowable in school theatricals, expressed guarded approval. "We've cleared two pounds three and sixpence!" announced Barbara gleefully to the Fifth. "Good!" exclaimed Valentine. "And we made one pound ten, and the kids one pound seven. What does it tot up to?" "Five pounds and sixpence," calculated Barbara after a moment's scribbling on the back of a programme. "Well, I call it a very decent result for a school of only twenty-six girls!" CHAPTER XXII An Accusation