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PATTY SAVES THE DAY 
 
 AN EIGHTH GRADE PLAY 
 In Two Acts 
 
 BY 
 
 LINDSEY BARBEE 
 
 AUTHOR OF 
 
 "After the Game," "All for the Cause," "At the End of the Rainboiv," "The 
 
 Call of the Colors,". "The Call of Wohelo," "The Camouflage of Shirley," 
 
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 "The Thread of Destiny," "Tomorrow at Ten," "The Trial 
 
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 Truth," "In the College Days," "Let's Pretend 
 
 — A Book of Children's Plays," Etc, 
 
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 Publishers 
 
PATTY SAVES THE DAY 
 
 3 
 
 CHARACTERS. . -p 
 
 !■ Enthusiastic Eiqhth Graders 
 
 For Four Boys and Seven Girls. ' \^\% 
 (Named in order of appearance.) 
 
 Miss Nelson The Pet Teacher 
 
 Maisie Marsh 
 
 Helen Hilton 
 
 Sidney Marsh Maisie' s Brother 
 
 Oliver Prescott Maisie' s Cousin 
 
 Patty Steele The "Mouse" 
 
 Tilly A Maid 
 
 Sara Hill \ „ . „ , 
 
 ^ \ Energetic Freshmen 
 
 Kate Dean I ^ 
 
 Bob Wright A Freshman Adherent 
 
 Dave The Gardener's Son 
 
 Place — A Girls' School. 
 
 Time of Playing — About an Hour and a Quarter. 
 
 Time — 'TVz^^ Present. 
 
 Act I. The Eighth Grade Spade Hunt. On a Friday 
 morning. 
 Act H. The Freshman FroHc. On a Saturday night. 
 
 copy-right, 1918, BY LINDSEY BARBEE. 
 
 ©CI.D 60757 
 
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PATTY SAVES THE DAY 
 
 STORY OF THE PLAY 
 
 The traditional spade of Foxcourt School is hidden by the 
 freshmen, who challenge the eighth grade to find it by the 
 night of the Freshman Frolic. The eighth grade search 
 proves futile, much to the distress of the class members ; 
 since, by their failure, the freshmen are privileged to crown 
 their president Queen of the May — an honor which by right 
 belongs to the finder of the spade. Maisie, Helen and Patty 
 meet in solemn conclave and by a freak of fate discover the 
 long-lost spade. While discussing a new hiding place, their 
 conversation is overheard by an adherent of the freshmen, 
 who promptly reveals the secret to his friends. Patty — the 
 Mouse — who is wise and far-seeing, and who catches a 
 glimpse of the eavesdropper, prepares a bogus spade which 
 she stealthily hides in place of the real spade, keeping the 
 coveted article in safety until the crucial moment when she 
 excitedly displays it and saves the day. 
 
 SYNOPSIS. 
 
 Act I. "The swift foot of Time" gives only twenty-four 
 hours "to do it in." Oliver's ring leads the way to the hiding 
 place and the eighth graders rejoice. Patty buys another 
 spade and asks to be excused from study hour. 
 
 Act n. The freshmen to the front — and Sara is declared 
 the next May Queen. Two spades instead of one, and Patty 
 saves the day! 
 
 CHARACTERS AND COSTUMES. 
 
 Miss Nelson — Vivacious. Simple morning gown for 
 Act I ; evening gown for Act H. 
 
 Maisie, Helen, Patty, Sara and Kate — Up-to-date, 
 attractive school girls. In Act I, they wear middy blouses 
 with gymnasium bloomers or dark wool skirts. Maisie, 
 Helen and Patty have ties of yellow and brown ; Sara and 
 Kate, rose and black. In Act II, all wear simple evening 
 gowns. 
 
4 PATTY SAVES THE DAY 
 
 Tilly — Pert. Black dress with cap, apron and cuffs of 
 sheer white material. 
 
 Sidney, Oliver and Bob — Modern, aggressive high school 
 boys. Cadet uniforms in Act I ; white trousers and dark 
 coats in Act II. 
 
 Dave — Awkward and good-natured. Overalls and flannel 
 shirt in Act I ; dark trousers and white coat in Act II. 
 
 PROPERTIES. 
 
 Act I. Lounge, table, two straight chairs and one rocker, 
 all in wicker. Victrola. Rugs, portieres, window curtains. 
 Flower boxes, flag and flag pole. Spade (handle adorned 
 with ribbons), package and note for Maisie. Box contain- 
 ing frock for Sidney. Ring for Oliver. Tray, lemonade 
 glasses, etc., for Tilly. Book for Miss Nelson. Tennis rac- 
 quets for Sara, Kate and Bob. Basket of flowers and spade 
 for Dave. 
 
 Act II. Colored lights. Punch bowl and glasses. Scarf 
 for Kate. Tray and glasses for Dave. Spade for Bob. 
 Spade for Patty. Dance cards for girls. 
 
 STAGE SETTING. 
 
 J 
 
 I J Ledg( 
 
 ■\ Arch-way 
 
 Stair 
 
 □ ■• -■ □ I 1 
 
 Chair Victrola Window 
 
 Table Door 
 
 \ 
 
 Door ^^ '^"^ ^21' 
 
 jr <Xo..,. Chair □QoChair-^ 
 
 STAGE DIRECTIONS. 
 
 R. means right of stage ; C, center ; R. C, right center ; L.. 
 left; 1 E., first entrance; U.E., upper entrance; R. 3 £., 
 right entrance up stage, etc. ; D. F., door in flat or scene run- 
 ning across the back of the stage ; up stage, away from the 
 foothghts ; down stage, near footlights. The actor is sup- 
 posed to be facing the audience. 
 
PATTY SAVES THE DAY 
 
 Act I. 
 
 Scene: Hall in the Foxcoitrt Scliool. Large archzvay in 
 F. revealing landscape drop, porch ledge with flozver boxes, 
 hack of zvhich is a flag pole zvith flag. Practical door L. and 
 curtained entrance R. Stairzuay R. U. E. Large zvicker 
 lounge R. 2 E. Wicker table at L. 2 E. zvith straight chair 
 L. of table and rocking chair R. of tabic. Large zvicker 
 chair R. of C. in F. Victrola betzveen archzvay and zvindoiv 
 zjuhich is L. of C. in F. Rugs for floor and curtains for 
 windozv. 
 
 At rise, the stage is zvell illuminated since it is afternoon. 
 
 Discovered, Miss Nelson on lounge zvith book. Helen 
 at C. and Maisie to her right. 
 
 Miss Nelson {in exasperation). Girls! Girls! I am out 
 of patience with you. This is the very worst rehearsal we 
 have ever had. 
 
 Helen {in protest). But, Miss Nelson — 
 
 Miss N. Your Orlando, Helen, is a caricature ; while 
 Maisie's Rosalind might fittingly be described as a scream. 
 
 Maisie. Oh, I know we've made an awful mess of it, 
 Miss Nelson, but please let us try once more, won't you ? And 
 this time, perhaps, we'll — {steps hack to arch). Shall I be- 
 gin at the "saucy lackey" part? 
 
 Miss N. {nodding). Please do. 
 
 Maisie {advancing to Helen and speaking in a mechan- 
 ical zvay). I will speak to him Hke a saucy lackey and under 
 that habit play the deuce with him. 
 
 Miss N. Knave — not deuce. 
 
 Maisie. Does it make much difference ? Each is the name 
 of a card. 
 
 Miss N. {drily). Even so, I shouldn't attempt to change 
 the text. Try it again. 
 
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6 PATTY SAVES THE DAY 
 
 Maisie (repeating the action and speaking in a zvholly 
 expressionless tone). I will speak to him like a saucy lackey 
 and under that habit play the knave with. him. 
 
 Miss N. Is that your idea of a saucy lackey, Maisie? 
 
 Maisie. Why, yes — I suppose it is. 
 
 Miss N. You look exactly as if your examination paper, 
 marked zero, had just been handed to you. (To Helen.) 
 What are you mumbling ? 
 
 Helen. My part. I'm afraid I'll forget it. 
 
 Miss N. Then go on, Maisie. 
 
 Maisie (to Helen). Do you hear, forester? 
 
 Helen (speaking rapidly). Very well; what do you 
 want? 
 
 Miss N. Would Orlando have expressed himself in any 
 such modern way? 
 
 Helen (hastily). What would you? 
 
 Maisie. I pray you — what time is it? 
 
 Miss N. There you go again, Maisie. You've said it 
 wrong at each rehearsal. 
 
 Maisie (quickly). What is't o'clock? How silly. Miss 
 Nelson — whoever would say, *'\Miat is't o'clock?" 
 
 Miss N. Again, my dear, let me suggest that Shakespeare 
 knew his business. 
 
 Helen (speaking rapidly). Y^ou should ask me, what 
 time o' day ; there's no clock in the forest. 
 
 Miss N. What's your hurry, Helen? 
 
 Maisie (rushing on). Then there is no true lover in the 
 forest ; else sighing every minute and groaning every hour 
 would dissect the lazy foot of Time as well as a clock. 
 
 Miss N. Detect — not dissect. 
 
 Maisie. Does it make much difference which one I use ? 
 Both begin with de and end in ct. 
 
 Miss N. And have a slight distinction in meaning. 
 (Sighs.) Go on. 
 
 Helen. And why not the swift foot of Time? (Sud- 
 denly.) There, Miss Nelson. / know what's the matter with 
 us ! It's the swift foot of Time. 
 
 Miss N. What on earth do you mean? 
 
PATTY SAVES THE DAY 7 
 
 Helen. That we want time — that we need time — and 
 that we've just got to have time ! 
 
 Miss N. (closing book). Come, tell me all about it. 
 (Helen sits at her right, Maisie at her left.) 
 
 Helen. It's the spade. 
 
 Maisie. The freshman spade. 
 
 Helen. And unless we find it by tomorrow night, our 
 class is disgraced forever. 
 
 Miss N. Suppose you begin at the very first. You see, 
 I'm too new a teacher to be familiar with all the school tra- 
 ditions. 
 
 Helen. Well, this particular spade is said to have dug 
 the school foundation. 
 
 Maisie. And each year the freshmen hide the thing and 
 challenge the eighth grade to find it before a certain date. 
 
 Helen. Then if they don't find it — (pauses significantly) . 
 
 Miss N. What happens? 
 
 Helen. The freshmen keep the spade, declare themselves 
 victors and crown their Queen on May Day. 
 
 Miss N. So the May Queen is a reward for finding — or 
 keeping — the spade? 
 
 Maisie. Exactly. That's what hurts — for I can't bear to 
 think of that hateful Sara Hill queening it over the rest 
 of us. 
 
 Miss N. Why would Sara be chosen? 
 
 Maisie. She's the freshman president and the freshman 
 president is always crowned if the eighth grade fails to find 
 the spade. 
 
 Miss N. And if the eighth graders are successful, their 
 president has the honor, I suppose. 
 
 Maisie. Not a bit of it — the finder is the lucky one. 
 Everybody has a chance ; so you see why we're all crazy 
 about it. 
 
 Miss N. Surely the eighth grade has more backbone than 
 to give up. 
 
 Helen. Of course it has. But, Miss Nelson, we've 
 hunted — and hunted — and hunted — and that spade doesn't 
 seem to be any place. 
 
8 PATTY SAVES THE DAY 
 
 Miss N. Oh, yes it is, and I am quite confident that you 
 people will produce it at the proper time. 
 
 Helen. Oh, I wish I were sure ! You see, we have only 
 twenty-four hours to do it in. 
 
 Miss N. Twenty- four hours to do it in ! What a splen- 
 did slogan! 
 
 Helen (brightening). Isn't it? And it means that we 
 will do it, doesn't it? 
 
 Miss N. Of course it does. That's the reason it's so 
 splendid. 
 
 Maisie (gloomily). Well, if we don't do it, the Fresh- 
 man Frolic won't mean much to me. And mother's to send 
 Sid with my dress this very day — a nczv dress, mind you. 
 
 Miss N. The Freshman Frolic ! It sounds like great fun. 
 
 Helen. It is. Why, we have real boys. 
 
 Miss N. Wonderful! 
 
 Maisie. Suppose Sid sees us lose that spade. Why, I'll 
 never hear the last of it. Sid is my brother. Miss Nelson. 
 
 Helen. But we'll find it — and we've twenty-four hours 
 to do it in! 
 
 Miss N. That's the spirit. 
 
 Maisie. But even if we zi'erc to find it this very minute 
 and they discovered our hiding place they could steal it from 
 us and have a right to do so. That doesn't seem quite fair, 
 do you think so? 
 
 Helen (jumping up). What do we care? I feel so dif- 
 ferent — now — and, some way, I know that we'll find that 
 spade. (Pulls Maisie to her feet.) Come, let's go on with 
 our rehearsal and show Miss Nelson that we still have a little 
 pep. (They take their former positions at C.) 
 
 Maisie. Start off! 
 
 Helen (with great animation). And why not the swift 
 foot of Time, had that not been as proper? 
 
 Enter Sidney and Oliver at C. in F., unperceived, Sid- 
 ney carrying a large box. 
 
 Maisie (with much spirit and expression) . By no means, 
 sir. Time travels in divers paces with divers persons. I'll 
 
PATTY SAVES THE DAY 9 
 
 tell you who Time ambles withal, who Time trots withal, 
 who Time gallops withal and who he stands still withal. 
 
 Sidney. And I'll tell you that it's as punk acting as I 
 ever saw. 
 
 Maisie (turning). Oh Sid — you old snooper! (Rushes 
 to him.) Hello, Oliver! Why didn't you boys come to the 
 front door? (Helen joins her and greets the boys.) 
 
 Oliver. What's the use when the porch door is already 
 open? Gosh — I'm glad that no teachers are around. 
 
 Maisie (wickedly). Oh — are you? (Takes arm of each 
 boy and follozved by Helen guides them to Miss Nelson.) 
 Miss Nelson, may I introduce my brother, Sidney, and my 
 cpusin, Oliver Prescott? (As Miss Nelson greets them 
 pleasantly.) Miss Nelson, boys, is our pet teacher. 
 
 Sidney (overcome zvith embarrassment). Oh, I never 
 thought that — I mean — I — if I had known — 
 
 Maisie. What he's trying to say. Miss Nelson, is that 
 he wouldn't have been so fresh if he'd realized just who you 
 are. 
 
 Oliver (stammering). And I — good gracious — I didn't 
 know — I couldn't know that — 
 
 Helen (laughing) . What he's trying to say. Miss Nel- 
 son, is that you're too young looking to be a teacher. 
 
 Miss N. Both unspoken thoughts are highly flattering, 
 I'm sure. 
 
 Maisie (zvho has opened the box). Oh-h — how pretty! 
 Look — everybody! (Holds up dainty evening frock.) 
 
 Miss N. Oh, it's lovely, Maisie. 
 
 Helen. And just the thing for the party. You're lucky 
 to have a mother just a few miles away — 
 
 Sidney. And a brother who'll cut school just to bring it 
 to you. 
 
 Maisie. You are nice, Sid, and very useful at times. 
 
 Miss N. Hand me the dress, Maisie, and I'll see that it 
 is put safely away, I'm* on my way up stairs. 
 
 Maisie (as she replaces dress in box and hands it to 
 Miss Nelson). That's dear of you, Miss Nelson. 
 
 Miss N. And I wonder if Tilly won't bring you some 
 
10 PATTY SAVES THE DAY 
 
 lemonade. Self-sacrificing brothers ought to be rewarded. 
 Shall I ask her? 
 
 Maisie. Oh, Miss Nelson — how lovely! 
 
 Miss N. (as she ascends the stairs). And since the guests 
 are a brother and a cousin, I don't see that there's any neces- 
 sity for a chaperon. 
 
 Helen (sitting on lounge). You're an angel! (Exit 
 Miss Nelson.) 
 
 Sidney (sitting by Helen). Some peach! 
 
 Maisie (crossing and seating herself L. of table). Well, 
 rather. Your old high school can't produce anyone like her. 
 
 Oliver (sitting R. of table). Wonder if she'll give me a 
 dance tomorrow night. 
 
 Maisie. She probably will, but it's only fair to warn her 
 what she'll be up against. 
 
 Oliver. Well, I like that. Y^ou eighth graders are get- 
 ting pretty uppish, it strikes me. 
 
 Helen. I wish that you wouldn't call us eighth graders. 
 Subacademic sounds much better, and we prefer it. 
 
 Sidney. Well, you don't look it. 
 
 Maisie. Oh, don't we? Well, you two certainly look 
 3'OMr parts. (Jeeringly.) Freshmen ! Freshmen ! 
 
 Helen. Cadet uniforms do not make real soldiers. 
 
 Oliver. Any more than silly airs make real ladies. 
 
 Maisie. And one thing is very certain — smarty boys 
 don't get any lemonade. 
 
 Patty appears on stairivay. 
 
 Maisie. Come on. Mouse, and join the party. (All 
 turn.) 
 
 Patty (embarrassed). Oh, I can't — I really can't — 
 
 Helen. Lemonade's on the way. 
 
 Patty. But I can't — I — (exit hurriedly). 
 
 Oliver. Who's your forward friend? 
 
 Maisie. That's Patty Steele. We call her the Mouse, 
 because she's so little and bright-eyed and quiet. And smart? 
 She is the smartest girl in the eighth grade. 
 
 Oliver (sarcastically). Huh! 
 
 Maisie. What do you mean by huhf 
 
PATTY SAVES THE DAY 11 
 
 Oliver. Eighth grade smartness doesn't mean much. 
 
 Helen. And of course freshman smartness does. 
 
 Sidney. Well, if she's so awfully smart, why doesn't 
 she find the spade for you? 
 
 Helen. How do you know that she hasn't already 
 found it? 
 
 Sidney. Because you'd never be able to keep it to your- 
 selves. A fellow doesn't have to be a Sherlock Holmes to 
 know that. 
 
 Oliver. Haz'e you found it? 
 
 Maisie. No, we haven't found it. (Pertly.) Now what 
 are you going to do about it, old Smart Alec ? 
 
 Oliver. Nothing at all. 'Tisn't my funeral. 
 
 Sidney. Funny a lot of girls can't locate a Httle old spade, 
 
 Helen. Try it yourself — and see. 
 
 Sidney. I'd like to — just for the sake of seeing you win 
 out tomorrow night. 
 
 Helen. We'll win out, all right — don't worry. 
 
 Sidney. Better hurry, then. 
 
 Helen. Twenty-four hours to do it in ! 
 
 Oliver. I'll boost business for you. Wear this for me, 
 Maisie. (Slips ring from finger and holds it up.) 
 
 Maisie. Why? 
 
 Oliver. Because it's a good luck ring; it came from 
 India. 
 
 Maisie (shutting her eyes and extending her hand). 
 Then wish it on. (He does so as — ) 
 
 Tilly enters from R. zmth tray containing lemonade, pitcher 
 and glasses., 
 
 Maisie. Over here, Tilly. (Tilly places tray on table.) 
 And — oh, so many thanks to you. (Tilly zvithdraws at R.) 
 
 Sidney. Gee, but that stufif looks good. (Rise.^ and 
 crosses to Maisie.) 
 
 Maisie (as she pours). Here you are — and one for 
 Helen. (Sidney takes two glasses and returns to lounge.) 
 
 Helen (as she takes her glass). Let's drink a toast. 
 
12 PATTY SAVES THE DAY 
 
 Sidney (still standing and raising his glass high). To the 
 finding of the spade! (Helen stands.) 
 
 Maisie (pouring). Oh, wait for us! A foursome will be 
 that much better. (Stands and touches glass to that of Oli- 
 ver, zvho has already risen.) 
 
 Sidney. Nozv! 
 
 All (as they touch glasses). To the finding of the spade! 
 (They drink the toast and return- glasses to table.) 
 
 Sara, Kate and Bob appear at archway, all carrying ten- 
 nis racquets. 
 
 Bob. Hello, everybody — and where did the good stuff 
 come from? 
 
 Sidney. Lemons, Bob. Ever hear of them? 
 
 Sara. They don't grow in the freshman class. 
 
 Maisie. I have noticed that you prefer sour grapes since 
 w^e have all the peaches. 
 
 Kate. Are you celebrating the finding of the spade ? 
 
 Helen. I shouldn't wonder. (Sits.) 
 
 Kate. Well, / should. 
 
 Sara. And so should I. You children are slow. 
 
 Maisie. But sure. (Kneels on chair.) 
 
 Sara. And pretty good at bluff. 
 
 Bob. Say, do you fellows have to stay with this eighth 
 grade crowd? 
 
 Oliver. We don't have to do anything we don't want to 
 do. We're freshmen. 
 
 Kate. And so are we. Come along and finish this set. 
 My partner's deserted me. 
 
 Oliver. Which, one of us do you want ? 
 
 Maisie. They'd like both of you, and we are perfectly 
 willing. (Airily.) Boys are no novelty to us. (Turns to 
 boys.) So go where you are needed. 
 
 Sidney. Count me out— too hot for tennis. (Drops on 
 lounge.) 
 
 Sara. Don't be a crank, Sid. 
 
 Bob. When you can be a self-starter. 
 
 Sidney. Let Oliver do the self-starting. 
 
PATTY SAVES THE DAY 13 
 
 Oliver (to Maisie and Helen.) You don't mind, do 
 you? 
 
 Maisie. Why should we? Besides, we hke to help out 
 the freshmen. 
 
 Oliver. Then I'll meet you later on at the tennis court, 
 Sid. (To Maisie and Helen.) Goodbye until tomorrow 
 night. (Joins group at archway.) 
 
 Sara (zvaving her racquet). Good luck to the Slaves of 
 the Spade ! 
 
 Helen. Thanks. Too bad that there won't be a fresh- 
 man May Queen this year. 
 
 Bob. Oh, zvon't there ! Do you realize that I am Lord 
 High Chamberlain for the freshmen? 
 
 Maisie. Who would have thought it! You'd make a 
 much better Court Jester. 
 
 Kate. Smarty ! Smarty ! (Exeunt Sara, Kate, Bob and 
 Oliver.) 
 
 Sidney. Look here, you kids. If you should happen to 
 find the spade, don't let Bob Wright hear about it, or some- 
 thing might happen. 
 
 Helen. What do you mean? 
 
 Sidney. Well, he's crazy over the freshmen and he would 
 work pretty hard for that May Queen stunt. 
 
 Helen. Wouldn't you work just as hard for us? 
 
 Sidney. Sure — if I had anything to work upon. (To 
 Maisie.) I'm making for the next car; so if you want to 
 write a note to mother, hurry up about it. 
 
 Maisie. It won't take me a minute — and you don't mind 
 carrying a package to her, do you ? 
 
 Sidney. I'm not crazy about it, but don't let that worry 
 you. 
 
 Maisie. It won't. Come on, Helen, and help me put 
 things together. (Maisie and Helen scamper upstairs.) 
 
 Sidney rises, crosses to archway and stands looking out. 
 Patty quietly tiptoes down the steps and goes to C. When 
 she sees Sidney she stops abruptly. 
 
 Sidney. Hello ! Looking for the spade ? 
 
14 PATTY SAVES THE DAY 
 
 Patty. No. I was looking for you. 
 
 Sidney. Gee — that's a compliment. 
 
 Patty. I didn't intend it to be. I was looking to see if 
 you had gone. (Sits on lounge.) 
 
 Sidney. Afraid of me? (Advances.) 
 
 Patty. Afraid of — nothing. 
 
 Sidney. Then why all this scouting? 
 
 Patty. Because I wanted to be sure that I'd be alone. 
 
 Sidney. Well, you aren't. (Sits by her.) 
 
 Patty (coolly). Oh, I don't know. 
 
 Sidney. You seem awfully anxious to be by your lone- 
 some. 
 
 Patty. I want to think. 
 
 Sidney. Two heads are better than one. 
 
 Patty. Depends on the other head. 
 
 Sidney. How will mine do? 
 
 Patty. How should I know? 
 
 Sidney. Pm Maisie's brother. 
 
 Patty. That helps. 
 
 Sidney. And Pm wise enough to know what is bother- 
 ing you. 
 
 Patty. Guess. 
 
 Sidney. The spade. 
 
 Patty. You win. 
 
 Sidney. Why don't yoti find it? Sis says you are the 
 smartest girl in the class. 
 
 Patty. But Pm not. Pm just the Mouse. 
 
 Sidney. What's the matter with being the Mouse ? 
 
 Patty. Everything. Nobody notices a mouse — she is al- 
 ways in the background. 
 
 Sidney. Why doesn't she get out of the background ? 
 
 Patty. Maybe she would like to. 
 
 Sidney. Now's the time. The one who finds the spade 
 can't stay in the background even if she wants to. 
 
 Patty. But^finding the spade isn't everything. 
 
 Sidney. It's pretty much the whole cheese right now. 
 
 Patty. Not with me. 
 
 Sidney. Then what do you want? 
 
PATTY SAVES THE DAY 15 
 
 Patty. I want to save the day. 
 
 Sidney. What day? 
 
 Patty. Any day. 
 
 Sidney. Sorry, but I don't get you. 
 
 Patty. Well, it's this way. Being the smartest girl in 
 the class, or the prettiest, or the most popular, or the one 
 who finds the spade, can't come up to the one who saves the 
 day. 
 
 Sidney. But what sort of a stunt is that? 
 
 Patty. Well, suppose my particular school was playing 
 a basket ball game and the other side kept winning — win- 
 ning — and I knew that unless something wonderful hap- 
 pened we'd lose the game. Then — if, all of a sudden, I 
 should make a basket — wouldn't I save the day? 
 
 Sidney. Rather. Why, it's just like a football game 
 when there are just two minutes to play and all that our side 
 needs is a touchdown ; and everybody is waiting and every- 
 thing is still — and — well, if I should make that touchdown 
 and be carried around the field by a lot of howling fellows — 
 there wouldn't be anything more to live for. 
 
 Patty. Oh, you do understand, don't you ? 
 
 Sidney. You bet I do. 
 
 Patty. Oh, if I could hear somebody say to me, *'Tf it 
 hadn't been for you, we couldn't have won !" 
 
 Sidney. How would this sound? "Patty, you've saved 
 the day." 
 
 Patty. It would sound heavenly. (Sighs.) It's a pretty 
 good deal for a Mouse to expect, isn't it? 
 
 Sidney. Oh, I don't know (looking sidezuays at her), 
 when the Mouse is — you. 
 
 Maisie and Helen appear on stairs. 
 
 Maisie (as they descend). I know you're perfectly rav- 
 ing because I've taken so long — but I really did hurry. 
 Sidney. I wish, you hadn't. (Rises.) 
 Maisie. Wish I hadn't. What do you mean? 
 Helen (in surprise). Why, Mouse is entertaining him! 
 Maisie. Thought you didn't like boys, Mouse? 
 
16 PATTY SAVES THE DAY 
 
 Patty. I don't care for them plural, but I don't mind 
 them singular. 
 
 Maisie. Well, Sid's singular all right — he's downright 
 queer at times. (Thrusts bundle and letter into his hands.) 
 Here — and you'll have to hurry. The car starts in five 
 minutes. 
 
 Sidney. I don't intend to hurry — I'm tired. 
 
 Maisie. Well, it's almost lunch time and we can't ask 
 you to stay — so there! 
 
 Sidney {moving to archway). It's pretty mean to ask a 
 fellow to sprint when it's so blooming hot. 
 
 Helen. Aren't you in training for track? Sprinting's 
 good practice. (Stands back of lounge.) 
 
 Sidney (turning and coming back to Patty). Say — do 
 you mind giving me the first dance tomorrow night — and 
 some others? 
 
 Patty (rising). I don't mind at all — in fact I'd like to. 
 (Holds out hand.) 
 
 Sidney (taking it in an embarrassed manner). Well — 
 so-long, all of you. (Hurries out archway as they call 
 ''good-bye.") 
 
 Maisie. Good gracious, Mouse, you're the first girl I've 
 ever heard Sid ask for more than one dance. 
 
 Helen. What on earth have you been saying to him? 
 
 Patty (seating herself again). We have just been talk- 
 ing over matters of mutual interest. 
 
 Maisie (disgustedly) . That sounds just Hke you. Mouse. 
 
 Helen. Sounds more like the dictionary. (Sits by 
 Patty.) 
 
 Maisie (crossing and flinging herself into chair R. of 
 table). Matters of mutual interest, indeed! The only mat- 
 ter of mutual interest for us three at present is that plagued 
 old spade. 
 
 Helen. Oh, dear — it's like the sword of Damocles ! 
 
 Maisie. I don't see why it's like it. The sword hung 
 above that old man in plain sight. 
 
 Patty. More like the Fountain of Youth which could 
 never be found. 
 
PATTY SAVES THE DAY 17 
 
 Maisie. It isn't a bit like the Fountain of Youth because 
 there wasn't any such thing. 
 
 Helen. Well, as far as we are concerned there isn't any 
 spade. 
 
 Maisie. Now listen here. If we don't find that spade I 
 refuse to go' to the Frolic. I wouldn't for anything look at 
 that silly, smirking Sara — 
 
 Patty. Silly, smirking Sara — what a grand example of 
 alliteration ! 
 
 Maisie. I don't know what alliteration is and I don't 
 care. But I do know that we're a pretty slow and good- 
 for-nothing lot if we allow the freshmen to put it over us. 
 
 Helen. But there isn't another place to look. 
 
 Maisie. Then we'll look every place all over again. 
 
 Helen. Maybe Oliver's good luck ring will help us out 
 after all. 
 
 Maisie (holding up hand). I haven't much faith in it. 
 It's horribly loose, too — (as ring slips off her finger) gra- 
 cious, there it goes — catch it, somebody. (Rises.) 
 
 Patty (rising). It's gone under the lounge. 
 
 Maisie. Then I'll have to roll for it. (Lies prostrate and 
 rolls under lonnge.) I've found it. (Silence for a moment 
 and then a muffled shriek.) 
 
 Helen (zvildly tugging at one foot). Get her out — she's 
 smothering. 
 
 Patty. She's strangling! (Pulls vigorously.) 
 
 Maisie. Leave me alone! (Stretches out arm.) And 
 give me some scissors. 
 
 Helen. Scissors! I haven't any! 
 
 Patty (taking scissors from pocket). Will embroidery 
 scissors do? 
 
 Maisie (moving arm zmldly) . Anything will do. (Takes 
 scissors. ) 
 
 Helen (kneeling and looking under). She's caught! 
 
 Maisie (in muffled tone). I'm not caught. Get out of my 
 way. (She zvriggles out dragging a spade after her,) Look! 
 Just look ! 
 
 Helen and Patty. The spade! 
 
18 PATTY SAVES THE DAY 
 
 Maisie (pointing). Right there. Tied close to the seat 
 just as neatly as you please. 
 
 Helen. And if it hadn't been for OUver's ring — 
 
 Maisie (twirling ring on finger). We might never have 
 found it. After this I shall always believe in good luck- 
 omens. 
 
 Patty (clasping hands). And it's really ours. I can't 
 believe it ! 
 
 Helen. Maisie, the May Queen ! You will be May 
 Queen, Maisie. 
 
 Maisie. That's so. It's too wonderful to realize. 
 
 Helen. And your pretty frock all ready! (Clapping 
 hands.) Now where will Sara be? And the Lord High 
 Chamberlain ? 
 
 Maisie (laughing). Didn't I tell him he'd make a splen- 
 did Court Jester? 
 
 Patty (7ifho has been examining the spade). Look at 
 all the colors (pulls out the colored ribbons on handle) from 
 the time of the very class which started the tradition. And 
 now we can tie yellow and brown above them all. 
 
 They stand around the spade fronting audience. Bob 
 passes back of archzvay. He stops to listen, unperceiz^ed by 
 girls. 
 
 Helen. Especially above the rose and black. Won't the 
 freshmen be furious? 
 
 Patty. Nozu what shall we do? 
 
 Maisie. Call the members of the class to my room — just 
 as soon as the bell rings — and decide where we can keep 
 this until tomorrow night. 
 
 Helen. Lve thought of the most wonderful place. I've 
 been thinking of it for weeks. 
 
 Patty and Maisie. Where? 
 
 Helen. You know the newel post of the stairway to the 
 third floor — right by my room? 
 
 Maisie. Yes — 
 
 Helen. The top is loose — so loose that it can be lifted 
 
PATTY SAVES THE DAY 19 
 
 off. Why not hide the spade there — and fasten the top? 
 Nobody would ever suspect. 
 
 Maisie. Perfectly ripping, isn't it, Patty? 
 
 Patty (turning quickly). Then get right to it — while the 
 coast is clear. (Bob steps fram sight, not before Patty 
 sees him. As the girls rush upstairs, carrying the spade be- 
 tween them, Patty lingers.) 
 
 Helen {turning on stair). Come on, Mouse. 
 
 Patty. In just a moment 
 
 Maisie. Well — hurry. (Exeunt Maisie and Helen.) 
 
 Patty tiptoes to archway and looks cautiously out, then 
 returns to lounge, seats herself and leans her head on her 
 hand in deep thought. As she sits there, Dave, carrying a 
 basket of flowers and a spade, appears outside the archway. 
 He places the spade against the ledge at R. and begins to 
 transfer the fiozvers to the boxes on the ledge. 
 
 Dave (turning). Good morning, Miss Patty. 
 
 Patty. Oh, good morning, Dave — or is it afternoon? 
 So many exciting things have happened that Pve lost track 
 of time. 
 
 Dave. Why ain't you in school ? 
 
 Patty. Oh, Pve been there all morning, but Fm excused 
 from study hall now. You see, we've been having very im- 
 portant class business. 
 
 Dave. That there spade, I reckon. 
 
 Patty. How did you guess? 
 
 Dave (chuckling) . Dad ain't been gardener at this school 
 for three years without my learnin' a lot about the doin's. 
 (Turns to his work.) Hope your bunch wins out. Miss 
 Patty. 
 
 Patty. Thank you, Dave — so do I. (Rises and comes to 
 archway.) What are you doing? 
 
 Dave. Puttin' some pretty daisies in this here box — in 
 honor of your class, too. They're all regular daisies, Fm 
 thinkin'. (Places daisies in box.) 
 
 Patty (clapping her hands). How perfectly splendid of 
 you! (Eagerly.) What have you for the freshmen? 
 
20 PATTY SAVES THE DAY 
 
 Dave (taking geraniums from basket). These pink gera- 
 niums. They're showy but they ain't sweet. (Puts them 
 in box.) 
 
 Patty (laughing). Dave, you're great. Do you always 
 plan your flowers according to people? 
 
 Dave (grinning). 'Most always. See that round bed 
 over there? (Points. Patty nods.) Well, that reminds me 
 of the faculty — all snap dragons. 
 
 Patty. Better say it in a whisper. 
 
 Dave. But ain't it the truth? 
 
 Patty. With one change. 
 
 Dave. What's that? 
 
 Patty. A border of something sweet and pretty for Miss 
 Nelson. 
 
 Dave. Mignonette ? 
 
 Patty. The very thing. 
 
 Dave. Then there's the pansy bed. I call it the senior 
 property. Ain't there somethin' about pansies bein' for 
 thoughts ? 
 
 Patty. Surely. 
 
 Dave. And oughtn't seniors to have thoughts? 
 
 Patty. They ought to, but they don't. 
 
 Dave (moving to R.). Now step over here, Miss Patty, 
 and you can see just where the new hedge begins. (Patty 
 follows and stumbles over the spade.) Look out for that 
 spade. 
 
 Patty. Don't tell me to look out for any spade — I've 
 been doing that for a month. (As she picks up the spade.) 
 Why, this is exactly like the old thing that's caused us so 
 much trouble. (Suddenly.) Dave! 
 
 Dave. What's the matter? 
 
 Patty. Will you sell me this spade? 
 
 Dave. What in the dickens do you want with a spade? 
 
 Patty. Oh, just to put in my junk book. I'll pay you 
 anything you ask, Dave. 
 
 Dave. Why, sure you can have it — but — 
 
 Patty. Don't say but — 
 
 Dave. It's Dad's. 
 
PATTY SAVES THE DAY 21 
 
 Patty. Can't you explain? 
 
 Dave. Why, I reckon I can. 
 
 Patty. Oh, Dave, you don't know how much I want it. 
 Why, I've got to have it — and (eagerly) — oh, say I can! 
 
 Dave. Sure you can. 
 
 Patty. Now listen. Take it around to the back door, 
 will you? And wrap it in paper — and I'll be there to get it 
 from you. 
 
 Dave. Why all this foolishness? Take it right now if 
 you want it. 
 
 Patty. Oh, you don't understand and I can't explain — 
 till later. It's a secret, Dave — that's the reason I have to be 
 so careful. 
 
 Dave. Have it your own way. 
 
 Patty. Then — hurry to the back door — and I'll come 
 right around. 
 
 Dave hurries ojf at R. Patty turns and runs toward R. 
 as Miss Nelson descends the stairs. 
 
 Miss N. Why, Patty! You're like a little whirlwind. 
 
 Patty. Oh, so many exciting things have happened. 
 
 Miss N. In regard to the spade? 
 
 Patty. Yes — oh, yes. I wish I could tell you. 
 
 Miss N. (laughing). I wouldn't hear for the world. 
 'Twill be so much' nicer to see you present it tomorrow night. 
 
 Patty (suddenly) . Miss Nelson, will you do me a favor? 
 
 Miss N. Depends on the favor, Patty. 
 
 Patty. Excuse me from study hall this afternoon. 
 
 Miss N, For what? 
 
 Patty. I want to go to town. 
 
 Miss N. Oh, but— Patty— 
 
 Patty. Please, Miss Nelson. Honest, I'll be back in an 
 hour. 
 
 Miss N. Is it so important? 
 
 Patty. Oh, ever so important. I wouldn't ask it if it 
 weren't. (Whispers.) It's about the spade. 
 
 Miss N. Well — then — I'll let you go. 
 
 Patty. Oh, Miss Nelson — 
 
22 PATTY SAVES THE DAY 
 
 Miss N. Remember — I trust you. 
 Patty. You knozv you can trust me. 
 Miss N. (impidsii'ely). Of course I do. 
 Patty {at door R., turnmg). The spade. Miss Nelson, 
 the spade! We're going to find the spade! 
 
 Miss N. And there are twenty-four hours to do it in ! 
 
 Curtain. 
 
 Act II. 
 
 Scene: Same as Act I. Colored lights or lanterns 
 stretched across the porch background. Punch bozvl and 
 glasses on table. The stage is brightly illuminated. 
 
 Discovered, Tilly, at table. 
 
 Enter Miss Nelson from archway. 
 
 Miss N. Is the punch holding out, Tilly ? 
 
 Tilly. Nothin' holds out, Miss Nelson. I never saw 
 such thirsty young animals. (Looks into bozvl.) But at 
 present there's plenty. 
 
 Miss N. Well — dancing does suggest a punch bowl, 
 Tilly — it's natural. Then besides, it's a hot night. 
 
 Tilly. That's no excuse for drinkin' everybody's health 
 over and over again and toastin' the spade and — 
 
 Miss N. Toasting the spade? Which class is doing that? 
 
 Tilly. Don't ask me which class. Miss Nelson. I only 
 know that Miss Sara, Miss Kate and that smarty young 
 man they call Bob are doin' a lot of talkin'. 
 
 Miss N. Dear me ! I thought surely that the eighth grade 
 would find the spade — and I hoped so. 
 
 Tilly. Maybe they have. I don't try to keep track of 
 the school doin's. It's aggravatin' enough to be mixed up 
 with them. 
 
 Miss N. Oh, Tilly— Tilly! 
 
 Tilly. I know that I sound sour as a pickle — but these 
 parties always put me in a bad temper. 
 
 Miss N. (going to archway). How pretty the dancing 
 pavilion looks — just the thing for a warm evening. 
 
PATTY SAVES THE DAY 23 
 
 Tilly. And yet half the time they're in here, beggin' 
 me to put on this record and that record and — 
 
 Miss N. Dancing in heref 
 
 Tilly. Of course. And me tryin' to run that- victrola 
 and keep an eye on the punch bowl and — 
 
 Miss N. (laughing). Such troubles, Tilly. Cheer up — it 
 will soon be over. (Exit at archway.) 
 
 Enter Dave from R. with tray of glasses. 
 
 Tilly. Good gracious, Dave — what kept you so long ? 
 
 Dave. Stopped to watch the fun. 
 
 Tilly. And me waitin' here for the glasses. Suppose 
 some of those young imps had come in for punch! 
 
 Dave. Couldn't they wait? And wouldn't the punch last 
 that much longer? 
 
 Tilly. Here — take these away. 
 
 Dave. Ain't I to have a drink after all this work? (Sets 
 dozvn tray.) 
 
 Tilly (shrugging shoulders) . Sure — as far as I'm con- 
 cerned. Thank goodness, I'm not responsible for you. 
 
 Dave (filling a cup). Well — here's to you! 
 
 Tilly. Stop right there. If you say anything like a toast 
 I'll scream. 
 
 Dave. Why the peevishness? 
 
 Tilly. Well, I've heard enough, of them tonight. (Mim- 
 ics.) Here's to you — and to you — and (disgustedly) even 
 to the spade ! 
 
 Dave (putting down his glass). Who's toastin' the 
 spade ? 
 
 Tilly. Now that's just what Miss Nelson asked. 
 
 Dave. Well — who is? 
 
 Tilly. Miss Sara and her set. 
 
 Dave. Who's found it? 
 
 Tilly. How should I know — or care? And what's it to 
 you? 
 
 Dave. It's a lot to me. I want the eighth grade to get 
 it — nice little kids. 
 
 Tilly (mockingly). Kids! How old are you, I'd like 
 to know. 
 
24 PATTY SAVES THE DAY 
 
 Dave. Fifteen. 
 
 Tilly. Goin' on sixteen, I suppose. 
 
 Dave. Shouldn't wonder. 
 
 Tilly {patronizingly). Nice little kid! 
 
 Dave {resentfully) . Kid! How old are you, I'd like to 
 know. 
 
 Tilly (tossing her head). Too old to bother with chil- 
 dren. Run away. 
 
 Sara, Kate, Oliver and Bob enter at archway. Dave 
 hurriedly takes tray and goes out at R. 
 
 Sara (rushing to punch bozvl). I want a drink! 
 
 Kate. And I want to dance ! 
 
 Sara (seizing Tilly). Please, Tilly — a big, full cup! 
 
 Kate (seizing Tilly). No — Tilly — put on a record, 
 that's a dear. (Pushes Tilly toward victrola and takes ladle 
 herself.) Now — who wants to drink a toast? 
 
 Bob. I! 
 
 Sara. And I! 
 
 Oliver. And I! 
 
 Tilly. Now look here. Miss Kate, you people have 
 had more than your share. 
 
 Kate. Oh, but we deserve more than our share. (Hands 
 glasses. They take them as their names are called.) Here, 
 May Queen — here. Lord High Chamberlain — and here — and 
 what shall I call you, Oliver? 
 
 Oliver. How will eighth grade champion do? 
 
 Kate. It won't do at all. Just for that you'll dance this 
 out with me with nary a drink. (To Tilly.) Start the 
 band, Tilly. 
 
 Tilly (crossly). Well, what record is it now? 
 
 Sara (gaily). Anything that's a trifle sad. I'm think- 
 ing now of a yellow and brown butterfly — 
 
 Kate. Whose wings are crushed — 
 
 Sara. And whose grave is dug with a spade ! 
 
 Oliver (suspiciously) . What do you mean by thatf 
 
 Kate. Never you mind. (As the music starts.) All you 
 have to do is to keep step. 
 
 (Tilly stands by victrola, Kate a^td Oliver dance off. 
 
PATTY SAVES THE DAY 25 
 
 Sara and Bob follow suit. After a few measures, Kate 
 draws Oliver to front of stage.) 
 
 Kate. Stop a minute — for I've just thought of my scarf 
 and I'm afraid that someone will pick it up. I left it in the 
 summer house. You don't mind hunting it, do you, Oliver ? 
 
 Oliver. Not a bit of it. Will you wait — here — ^f or me ? 
 
 Kate. Right here. {Exit Oliver at archway.) 
 
 Sara {stopping in the midst of the dance and dragging 
 Bob to front of stage). Now — tell him, Kate. 
 
 Kate {as music continues) . We must talk fast. I can't 
 keep Oliver away for any length of time, and as long as 
 the music lasts, Tilly can't hear. 
 
 Bob. Well, hurry up, then. 
 
 Kate. We found it — not ten minutes ago — just where 
 you said it would be ; carefully hid it in Sara's room and 
 will bring it out while supper is being served. 
 
 Sara. I have my speech all ready — and I'll say it — right 
 there {points to porch) where everybody can see and every- 
 body can hear. 
 
 Bob. Did anybody see you take it? 
 
 Kate. Not a soul. Nobody has the slightest suspicion. 
 
 Sara. You see, we've been waiting for this chance ever 
 since you told us, but some eighth grader has been hanging 
 around that newel post every hour of the day. This is the 
 very first time it's been left unguarded. 
 
 Bob. Why was it left unguarded tonight ? Sure this isn't 
 a trap? 
 
 Sara. A trap? How co^dd it be? And anyway, we have 
 the spade. I don't see what you mean. 
 
 Bob. It seems funny that they would leave it there until 
 the very last minute. 
 
 Sara. Why is it funny? It is a dandy hiding place, and 
 they don't know that zve knew and — {music stops) why did 
 you shut off the victrola, Tilly? 
 
 Tilly. Wasting punch is bad enough — but there's no 
 sense in wasting music. {As the three resume their conver- 
 sation in lower tones, Dave enters from R. with another tray 
 of glasses.) We don't need any more glasses right now. 
 
26 PATTY SAVES THE DAY 
 
 Dave. Maybe you will later on. Anyway, it never hurts 
 to be prepared. (In a whisper.) I want to hear what they 
 are saying. (Sara, Kate and Bob seat themselves on 
 lounge.) 
 
 Bob (importantly) . You have me to thank for all this. 
 
 Sara. We have thanked you. 
 
 Bob. And if it hadn't been for my information, you 
 couldn't have done a thing. 
 
 Kate. Well, you didn't have to work very hard for your 
 information, that's certain. 
 
 Bob. Sort of a joke, isn't it, that an eighth grader should 
 have let the cat out of the bag? 
 
 Sara. Which one was it? 
 
 Bob. Which one? Outside of Maisie and Helen I don't 
 know one from the other — but isn't there a Patty in the 
 bunch? • 
 
 Sara. Patty Steele ! Why, she would be the last one I'd 
 suspect. Nice, quiet little thing. 
 
 Bob (wisely). You can't always tell about these quiet 
 people. 
 
 Enter Oliver and Maisie from archway. 
 
 Oliver (coming to Kate). Sure that you dropped that 
 scarf in the summer house? 
 
 Kate. Why, I thought so. 
 
 Oliver. Well, it isn't there now. 
 
 Kate. Did you look for it? 
 
 Oliver. Every place I could think of. It just isn't there. 
 
 Maisie (at C). Of course it isn't. If you had looked 
 right hard, Oliver, you could have seen that she had it 
 around her neck all the time. 
 
 Kate (rising in confusion). Why — so it is. Oh, I'm so 
 sorry, Oliver, and. it was careless of me. (Glances at her 
 card.) Is this our dance? 
 
 Maisie. No, it happens to be ours. If Oliver doesn't 
 see through your little scheme, Kate, / do. 
 
 Kate (airily). 1 don't ::i^^4^-rstand you at all. (Goes to 
 hack of stage.) 
 
PATTY SAVES THE DAY 27 
 
 Maisie {scornfully). Freshman ignorance ! 
 
 S ARM {rising). And eighth grade uppishness ! 
 
 Maisie. Uppishness sometimes gets the upper hand. 
 
 Bob (rising). Not when the Lord High Chamberlain at- 
 tends the Queen. 
 
 Maisie (in affected surprise). Well, if it isn't the Court 
 Jester! Haven't you forgotten your cap and bells? (Turns 
 to Kate.) Your partner is waiting outside. (Exit Kate at 
 archzvay.) 
 
 Sara. You talk too much, Maisie. Before the evening's 
 over you'll be sorry. 
 
 Maisie. Oh, zvill I ? We'll see about that. 
 
 Bob. We'll see lots of things, pretty soon. 
 
 Maisie. Who knows it better than I? (Exeunt Bob and 
 Sara at archzmy. Maisie sci::es Oliver's arm and pushes 
 him to R. 2 E.) Oliver, I've just been crazy to tell you 
 about the good luck ring. 
 
 Oliver. I hope that the charm worked. 
 
 Maisie. It did. (Vf^hispers.) For we found the spade — 
 / found it. 
 
 Oliver (zvhistling). Pretty work. But are you ^wr^.^ 
 
 Maisie. What makes you ask me fhatf 
 
 Oliver. Because something that those freshmen said 
 made me think they had it. 
 
 Maisie. Not a bit of it. Helen's gone up now to get it, 
 and when the proper time comes — I'll present it. (Pauses.) 
 I'm to be May Queen, Oliver. 
 
 Oliver (shaking both her hands). That's bully. 
 
 Maisie. Come along — and I'll tell you where we found it 
 — and how the ring helped and — 
 
 (In the meantime there has been much by-play betzveen 
 Tilly and Dave and Dave has made sez'cral efforts to speak 
 to Maisie.) 
 
 Dave (starting forzvard). Just a minute, Miss Maisie. 
 Something important. 
 
 Maisie (as she dances azmy). Right after this dance, 
 Dave. (Exeunt Maisie and Oliver at archzvay.) 
 
28 PATTY SAVES THE DAY 
 
 Dave. Now, ain't that the limit? Here, the freshmen 
 have found that spade and the other bunch don't know. 
 
 Tilly. I don't see that it's any of your aiifair. Let them 
 find it for themselves, 
 
 Dave. But there's something crooked — I know. Anyway, 
 I'm goin' to follow it up. (Starts tozvard R.) 
 
 Tilly. Think I'll go myself. Not many are comin' in 
 now, and if they do, they can help themselves. (Exeunt 
 Dave and Tilly at R.) 
 
 Patty and Sidney appear at archway. 
 
 Patty (gasping). That last dance was awfully fast, don't 
 you think so? I'm still out of breath. 
 
 (She runs to lounge and seats herself. Sidney limps 
 painfully after her.) 
 
 Patty (anxiously). Tired? 
 
 Sidney (as he sinks on lounge). Not a bit of it. 
 
 Patty. Did I step on you ? 
 
 Sidney. I couldn't have felt your feet. 
 
 Patty. I know better than that. (Curiously.) Then, 
 what is it? 
 
 Sidney. Well, if you must know — my pumps are too tight. 
 
 Patty. Oh, dear ! Tight pumps are uncomfortable, aren't 
 they ? 
 
 Sidney. Uncomfortable! I don't even like to talk about 
 them. 
 
 Patty. Then let's not do it. Get them off your mind. 
 
 Sidney. To get them ofif my feet is more to the point. 
 
 Patty. Then do it. I don't care. 
 
 Sidney (eagerly). Don't you, really? Then here goes. 
 (Kicks off the pumps and sighs ecstatically.) That's the 
 first real long breath I've drawn tonight. 
 
 Patty. And the first real good stretch. 
 
 Sidney. You bet. 
 
 Patty. Now don't be like Cinderella and forget your 
 shoes — when the music starts. 
 
 Sidney. When the music starts! I thought the clock 
 squelched Cinderella. 
 
PATTY SAVES THE DAY 
 
 29 
 
 • Patty. 
 shoe. 
 
 Sidney. 
 place. 
 
 Patty. 
 
 Sidney. 
 
 Patty. 
 
 Sidney 
 
 Patty. 
 
 Sidney. 
 
 Patty. 
 
 Sidney. 
 
 Patty. 
 
 Sidney. 
 
 Patty. 
 sort of a 
 scared — 
 
 Sidney. 
 
 Patty. 
 
 It did. I was talking especially about the lost 
 Well, a lost spade is enough excitement for this 
 
 But it's not lost any more — it's found. 
 
 So I've heard. 
 And Maisie found it. 
 (yazmiing) . Quite so. 
 You don't seem a bit thrilled. 
 
 I wanted yon to find it. 
 That's not nice to Maisie. 
 
 It's brotherly, just the same. 
 But think of the lovely May Queen she'll be. 
 
 She doesn't put a thing over you. 
 Oh, how dreadful for you to say! Why, what 
 Queen would I be — little and insignificant and 
 
 You just love yourself, don't you? 
 In the animal kingdom, do you think for a mo- 
 ment that a mouse would be crowned Queen ? 
 Sidney. Depends on the mouse. 
 That's no answer. 
 
 It's answer enough. When does the show begin ? 
 What show — the spade? (He nods.) Pretty 
 
 Patty. 
 Sidney. 
 Patty. 
 soon. 
 Sidney. 
 Patty. 
 Sidney. 
 
 Maisie does the stunt? 
 Oh, yes. She has the cunningest kind of a speech. 
 The fresh.ies know that you've found it, I sup- 
 pose. 
 
 Patty. Naturally, by this time. But they don't know 
 where we've kept it hidden. 
 
 Sidney. Well for a down and out lot they're pretty gay. 
 Maybe they're pretending. 
 Oh, no, they're not. They've something up their 
 
 Patty. 
 Sidney. 
 sleeve. 
 Patty. 
 Sidney. 
 
 You mean they've found it? 
 I don't mean anything. But there is sure some- 
 
 thing doing. 
 
30 PATTY SAVES THE DAY 
 
 Patty. They'll never get the spade from us. 
 
 Sidney. You seem pretty positive. 
 
 Patty. I am. I'm sure. 
 
 Sidney. Better rap wood. 
 
 Patty. I don't need to rap wood. Pm sure, I tell you. 
 
 Sidney. I believe that you have something up your sleeve. 
 
 Patty. Maybe I have. (Holds out her arm.) Look and 
 see. 
 
 Sidney. Pll take your word for it. (Maisie and Helen 
 rush excitedly down stairs.) 
 
 Helen. It's gone ! 
 
 Sidney (rising). What's gone? (Turns and crosses to C). 
 
 Maisie. The spade ! 
 
 Patty. Impossible! (Rises). 
 
 Maisie (staggering to chair R. of table). It isn't impos- 
 sible. It's true. 
 
 Helen (dropping zvcarily on lounge). I went up to get 
 it not more than ten minutes ago — and how do you suppose I 
 felt when I found that it had been taken away? I couldn't 
 believe my eyes — so I called Maisie. 
 
 Maisie. And it's gone — gone! (Hysterically) Gone! 
 How coidd they have found out! How could they have 
 known! And that hateful Sara Hill— oh, I just can't stand 
 it— I can't ! 
 
 Sidney (shaking her). Don't be a goose, Maisie. Buck 
 up and have a little backbone. If the thing's gone — it's gone 
 — and I wouldn't let the other crowd see me caring that 
 much. 
 
 Maisie (zvailing). But the disappointment — the disgrace — 
 
 Sidney (shaking her) . Nonsense! 
 
 Tilly enters and stands back of stage. 
 
 Maisie. Let me alone, Sidney Marsh. (As she notices 
 his shoeless feet). Where are your shoes? 
 
 Sidney (crossing and thrusting his feet into his pumps). 
 Where are your senses? (Returns and stands back of 
 Maisie). 
 
 Helen (groaning) . And where — oh, where — is the spade? 
 
PATTY SAVES THE DAY 31 
 
 Tilly (coining to C). Miss Sara has it. 
 
 Helen (starting up). How do you know? 
 
 Tilly. How do I know ? I saw her with it. 
 
 Maisie. With the real spade? 
 
 Tilly. I don't know whether it's the real one or not — 
 but it's handle looks Hke a gypsy's tambourine. 
 
 Maisie (despondently). That is the real one. 
 
 Helen. But I can't see how they guessed the hiding place 
 — or how they managed to steal it. The place has been 
 watched until this very evening. 
 
 Sidney. Then — of course — they took it this very eve- 
 ning. 
 
 Helen. But how? 
 
 Tilly. Does it strike you that someone might have told ? 
 
 Helen. .Who could have told? Who knezvf 
 
 Tilly. Your own crowd knew, I suppose. 
 
 Helen. Of course they knew. (As Tilly's meaning 
 dawns upon her). You don't mean that one of them would 
 tell? 
 
 Tilly. Of course that's what I mean. 
 
 Maisie. How dreadful ! And I don't believe it. 
 
 Tilly. Believe it or not — it's so. 
 
 Helen. How do you know so much about it? 
 
 Tilly. Didn't I hear the young gentleman say so ? 
 
 Sidney. What young gentleman ? 
 
 Tilly. The one they call Bob. 
 
 Sidney. Bob Wright ! 
 
 Maisie. Bob's not friendly to our class. 
 
 Tilly. Friendly or not, he seems to have quite a way with 
 the ladies. 
 
 Sidney. Now see here, Tilly, tell us what you mean by 
 all this stuff. 
 
 Tilly. Sure you want to know ? 
 
 Sidney. We've got to know. 
 
 Tilly. All right then — it was Miss Patty. 
 
 Maisie. Patty! 
 
 Helen. Patty! 
 
 Sidney. I don't believe a word of it. 
 
32 PATTY SAVES THE DAY 
 
 Tilly. It's nothin' to me whether you beHeve or disbe- 
 heve — and I'm just repeatin' what Mr. Bob said. 
 
 Sidney. You misunderstood. 
 
 Tilly. Oh, no I didn't. He stood right there (points) 
 and when Miss Sara and Miss Kate asked him the name of 
 the one who told he said — "Isn't there a Patty in the bunch ?" 
 
 Patty. It isn't true — surely you know that it isn't true. 
 (As the girls are silent). Oh please don't let me think that 
 you believe it. 
 
 Sidney (quickly). Of course nobody believes it. 
 
 Maisie. But why did Bob say that, Patty? 
 
 Patty. I don't know Bob Wright. Naturally, I've never 
 spoken a single, solitary word to him. 
 
 Maisie. But why did he say it? 
 
 Sidney. Maybe he didn't say it. (Tilly shrugs her 
 shoulders and marches out at R.). And if he did say it, 
 he didn't tell the truth. 
 
 Helen. How dare he say that anybody from the eighth 
 grade would tell him a class secret? 
 
 Patty. Because someone from the eighth, grade did tell 
 him. 
 
 Maisie. Then it was you. 
 
 Patty. No — it was you — and you (pointing to Helen). 
 
 Maisie. Patty, you're crazy. 
 
 Patty. No, I'm not crazy — and I'm telling you just what 
 happened. 
 
 Maisie. Then — ^go on. 
 
 Patty. Listen. You remember on yesterday — after 
 Maisie had found the spade — and when we were wondering 
 where we'd hide it? (They nod). And Helen told about the 
 newel post? (Again they assent). Well — we were standing 
 — this way — (drazving them to front of stage) and I turned 
 around just in time to see Bob Wright hurry off that porch. 
 He'd been listening. 
 
 Maisie. But he said you told ? 
 
 Patty. How did he know whose voice it was — yours — or 
 mine — or Helen's ? 
 
PATTY SAVES THE DAY 33 
 
 Helen (accusingly) . But if you saw him listening — didn't 
 you suppose he would tell Sara and Kate? 
 
 Patty. Of course I supposed it. 
 
 Maisie. And didn't you know that they would steal the 
 spade from us ? 
 
 Patty. Of course I knew it. 
 
 Helen, Then why — oh, why — didn't you warn us ? 
 
 Patty. I didn't think it necessary. 
 
 Maisie. Didn't think it necessary! Then you zvanted 
 them to get it; you wanted us to be disgraced. 
 
 Helen. And you're a traitor to the class — a traitor — 
 just as truly as if you had gone to Bob and had told him and 
 had asked him to steal it ! 
 
 Patty (after a pause). Do — you — really — think — that? 
 
 Helen. What else can we think when a word from you 
 would have saved the day. 
 
 Patty. Saved the day! That's just what I tried to do. 
 
 Maisie. You tried to save the day for the freshmen. 
 You're a traitor, Patty Steele, a traitor! 
 
 Patty (stamping her foot). You'll be sorry for what you 
 say — you'll be sorry. Traitor! Why I'd do anything for my 
 class — anything for my school ! And Pm true to you girls — 
 true — Pve always been true. (Turns). You'll see! You'll 
 see ! (Runs up stairs.) 
 
 Sidney. Now you've done it. 
 
 Maisie. Done what? 
 
 Sidney. Made her mad ; and I don't blame her. 
 
 Helen. When she's the cause of our losing the spade? 
 
 Sidney. I don't believe you've lost the spade. 
 
 Maisie (in disgust). You're crazy too. 
 
 Sidney. Not half so crazy as two girls who'll turn on 
 their friend. 
 
 Helen. She turned on us — first. 
 
 Sidney. Oh — did she? 
 
 Maisie. You make me tired, Sid Marsh, standing up for 
 her when she's cheated your own sister out of being May 
 Queen. 
 
34 PATTY SAVES THE DAY 
 
 Sara appears at archzvay followed by Bob who holds the 
 spade. Facing a supposed audience off stage at R. she holds 
 up her hand as a signal for silence. Bob stands back of her. 
 
 Helen. Hush — there's Sara. 
 
 Maisie. Hateful old thing ! (The three move L. of stage 
 and stand watching Sara.) 
 
 Sara {speaking in a loud and distinct tone). Everybody 
 knows about the Foxcourt spade and how each year the 
 freshmen hide it and challenge the eighth grade to find it by 
 the night of the Freshman Frolic. This year's spade has 
 been duly hidden by the freshmen and has been duly dis- 
 covered by the eighth grade, and, according to custom, the 
 freshmen are allowed the privilege of claiming the spade if 
 they can discover the eighth grade hiding place. Tonight, 
 the freshmen found the* spade. (At a motion from her, Bob 
 holds up the spade) and are declared victors of the competi- 
 tion. (Applause from off stage.) 
 
 Maisie (spiteftUly). She never wrote that speech by her- 
 self. 
 
 Helen. Hush, — look ! 
 
 Patty is seen descending the stairs with a spade exactly 
 the match of that displayed b\ Bob. She advances to C. as 
 Sara moves toward R. and Bob takes her place. 
 
 Bob (in a loud voice). And, according to custom, if the 
 spade is rescued from the eighth grade, the president of the 
 freshman class becomes Queen of the May. Three cheers 
 for Queen Sara! (Cheers off stage.) 
 
 Sara and Bob start to go off R. Patty rushes headlong 
 through archway. 
 
 Patty. Wait ! (Sara and Bob turn in surprise). Here is 
 the real spade! (Holds up spade.) 
 
 Sara (in bewilderment) . What do you mean? 
 
 Patty. I mean that you hold a bogus spade — that I have 
 the real one. 
 
 Bob. It's a trick. 
 
PATTY SAVES THE DAY 35 
 
 Patty. Not half so much of a trick as the way the fresh- 
 men found our hiding place. You listened. Bob Wright ; you 
 were an eavesdropper — and the freshmen didn't play a clean 
 game when they took your word for it. 
 
 Bob. I didn't listen. 
 
 Patty. Oh yes you did — and nobody but me saw you. 
 Do you think I'd let you carry out your crooked scheme? 
 Not much. I bought another spade. (Points.) That's it. 
 
 Bob. She's bluffing you, Sara. How do you know which 
 is the fake spade ? 
 
 Patty. Look at the handle of the one I have. (Pushes 
 back the ribbons.) It bears the school seal and the date of the 
 first Freshman Frolic. Isn't that proof enough? 
 
 Sara. But these ribbons — (pulls them out). 
 
 Patty. I bought them all — yesterday afternoon. Ask 
 Miss Nelson if she didn't excuse me from study hall. 
 
 Sara (breathlessly). Go on. 
 
 Patty. And then I tied the ribbons on the spade I had 
 bought from Dave, took the real spade out of its hiding place 
 and put that (pointing to false spade) in its stead. The 
 real article has been safe under my mattress where nobody 
 could suspect. 
 
 Bob (sneeringly). And you did all this without the con- 
 sent of your class and without telling them. 
 
 Patty. Of course I did. I didn't want you to be listen- 
 ing again and what nobody knew wasn't likely to be talked 
 about. If you hadn't told, I should never have said a word 
 and the bogus spade would have answered the purpose ; but 
 I knew you would tell and prepared for it. (Haughtily.) I 
 think my class will stand by me. 
 
 Bob. It's a put-up job. 
 
 Patty. Well — what are you going to do about it? 
 
 Sara (holding out hand). \Ye\\, in behalf of my own 
 class, I'm going to congratulate tlie eighth grade on having 
 so clever a member. 
 
 Patty (as sJie takes Sara''s hand). That's nice of you, 
 Sara: In one way I'm sorry to disappoint you. 
 
36 PATTY SAVES THE DAY 
 
 Sara. But all is fair in love — in war — and in the spade 
 hunt ! 
 
 Bob. And I'll have to take off my hat to your brains. 
 (Holds out hand.) 
 
 Patty (coolly). I've no objection to your doing that but 
 I do object to taking your hand. 
 
 Bob. Say now — that's hard on a fellow. 
 
 Patty. And I must also change a statement which you 
 made a moment ago. (Raises her voice.) Everybody knows 
 that the eighth grader who finds the spade becomes the May 
 Queen. Well — Maisie found it — and so you'd better give her 
 a rousing cheer before you crown her., (Holds out hand.) 
 Maisie! (Maisie joins her in the midst of applause off 
 stage.) 
 
 Maisie (holding up hand for silence). Do you think I'd 
 be May Queen when one of the class members has been so 
 wonderful in helping us to win out? There's just one person 
 who deserves the crown — just one — and that's the little 
 Mouse who was clever enough to save the spade for us — 
 Queen Patty! Now, everybody yell! (Applause off stage.) 
 
 Patty (quite overcome). Oh, Maisie, I can't — it isn't 
 fair. I'm not pretty enough — and I really didn't find it. 
 
 Maisie. But you saved it — and that's the big thing. 
 (Ecstatically.) Oh, just to think that the spade is ours! If 
 it hadn't been for you we couldn't have won ! 
 
 Patty. But I should have told the class — I — 
 
 Helen. Not a word from you. We've been little beasts, 
 Mouse dear, and we can never make it up to you. 
 
 Maisie. Yes we can, too. And the very first thing we do 
 is to get together the class for a good rousing time, this very 
 night. Hurry! (Maisie and Helen rush off R. of arch- 
 way.) 
 
 Sidney (advancing) . Patty, you've saved the day. 
 
 Patty (after a pause). Doesn't that sound — heavenly? 
 
 Sidney. Our dance, isn't it? (They go slowly off stage 
 until — ) 
 
 Curtain. 
 
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