[Major_media] isn't completely spoiled,"

[Hisle]

 the campus. Roberta Lewis was going to be Shylock. She hadn't been in
but one play since she entered college and then she took somebody's
place. Nobody had thought she would get it. Nobody knew she could act
except Betty Wales. Betty found out about her somehow--she was always
finding out what people could do,--and she got her in at the last minute
because Mr. Masters didn't like Jean's acting,--or somebody didn't.
Roberta's was magnificent. They wanted her for Portia too. Mr. Masters
had said it was a great pity there weren't two of her. How did she take
it? Why, she acted shy and bored and distant, just as usual. She seemed
to have expected to be Shylock! But she wasn't "just as usual." She was
sitting by her window in the dark, with Mary Brooks's picture clutched
tightly in one hand and her father's in the other, and she was
whispering soft little messages to them. "Dear old daddy, you were in
all the fraternities and societies, and on all the college papers and
the 'varsity eight. Well, I'm on one thing now. You'll have one little
chance to be proud of me, perhaps, after all these four years. "Now,
Mary Brooks, do you see what I can do? I couldn't write and I couldn't
be popular or prominent or a 'star' in any of the classes. I'm not that
kind. But after all I shall be something but just one of the Clan before
I leave. "Oh, I wonder if Mary and father would like to sit together at
the play." While Roberta was considering the probability that they
would, Betty
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