"I'll pick them up tomorrow night," said Gail, pausing to answer him. "No use putting all this work on rehearsal." She was undoubtedly right. And undoubtedly the garland had no business to swing so loose, as Clarence himself afterwards admitted. But the fact remained. As Gail stepped reluctantly back, and recommenced her song, her high-heeled slipper caught in the swinging garland, and she came down flat, with the ankle badly turned under her. The opera stopped short while the others crowded around her and tried to find out how badly she was hurt. She sat up straight and tried to smile-Gail disliked having or showing feelings of any sort--but she was white with the pain, and when she tried to stand on the ankle it hurt her, as she admitted. They carried her off the stage in a chair, and John, who was donning his robes in the other dressing-room, was hurried over to see how badly she was hurt. "Don't stop for me, Clarence," Gail ordered. "On with the dance, let Joy be unrefined. That is, if she can. I know you're hungering to lash your wretched infant-school forward." Clarence remarked that she was plucky, patted her shoulder, and went thankfully off to put his chorus through an evolution or so while he could. John, meanwhile, with Phyllis' help, took off the pretty pink satin slipper, with its rosette, and the pink silk stocking, and found that Gail's ankle was badly sprained. They did it up properly, and Phyllis took Gail home. "Now what shall we do?" demanded Clarence at the end of the act, pushing the Lord Chancellor's wig to one side, and staring around him. "What about Gail's guest, the one that's coming down tomorrow?" offered Tiddy. "We have her cast, anyway," Clarence answered dolefully. "She's played Celia, the one that's a sort of lieutenant-fairy, before, and I remember the time I had getting her to memorize her words--not a long part at all. She could no more play Phyllis than I can." "Were you talking about the part, or about me?"' asked Phyllis Harrington, coming in again. "How is Gail?" asked everybody. "Ask John," said Phyllis. "Her ankle seems to be hurting her badly, poor girl. I hope it will be all right tomorrow night. I made her go to bed, and her mother is sworn to make her stay there. I'll go through her part for her now, Clarence, if it will be any help." Clarence stared at her. "Can you?" he asked. "Well, I know the words," said Phyllis. "And I don't think she will be able to rehearse again. It will be as much as she can do to get up tomorrow night and go through it." John shook his head. "I'm afraid she won't be able to do even that," he said. "Then you'll have to take the part, Phyllis!" said Clarence with a sudden decision. "Never mind dressing now. Take your hat off and see what you can do." "Understand, I'm only holding it," said Phyllis, but she would have been more than human if she had not flushed a little with pleasure at the idea.