These orchids are perfectly sweet, and the candy that
came yesterday----"
"Was also _perfectly_ sweet? Come, Eleanor, let's skip the formalities.
Were you or were you not glad to see me?"
"Why, of course I was."
"Well, you didn't look it. I am not used to having girls treat me as
casually as you do. How much have you missed me?"
"Heaps. How's the play coming on?"
"Marvelously! We've worked out all the main difficulties, and I signed up
this week with a manager."
"Not _really!_ When will it be produced?"
"Sometime in the spring. I go on to New York next month to make the final
arrangements. When do you go?"
"I don't know that I am going. I'm trying my best to get grandmother's
consent."
"You must go anyhow," said Harold. "I want you to have three months at
the Kendall School, and then do you know what I am going to do?"
"What?" she asked with sparkling eagerness.
"I am going to try you out in 'Phantom Love.' You remember you said if I
wrote a part especially for you that nothing in heaven or earth could
prevent your taking it."
"And _have_ you written a part especially for me?"
"I certainly have. A young Southern girl who moves through the play like
a strain of exquisite music.
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