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"I hope that doesn't happen to us," said Sue, as she and Bunny thought over the little story their mother had told them. "I hope not, either," agreed her brother. "Come on let's go up in the attic and practice." So they did, and for some time they went over the lines they were to speak on the stage. After a while Lucile and Mart came in and helped Bunny and Sue.
"They may be savages who have never seen a white man. We don't even know whether we are a hundred miles from Bering Straits or five hundred. And neither of us has ever been on an island in the Arctic Ocean!" "That," said Lucile, "has nothing to do with it. We're on one now. We can't very well go back to the ocean ice. We haven't any food. We couldn't hide on this little island if we wished to.
But he was training Bunny, Harry Bentley, Charlie Star and George Watson to do a leap-frog dance which Mr. Treadwell said would be very funny. Mr. Treadwell was not only the author of the little play, but he was also the stage director; that is, he told the boys and girls what to do and when to do it. In this he was helped by Lucile and Mart.
Mrs Mitchell had taken an immense fancy to Edith and showed it by telling her all about a wonderful little tailor who made coats and skirts better than Lucile for next to nothing, and by introducing to her Lord Rye and the embassy man, and Mr Cricker. Edith was sitting in a becoming corner under a shaded light from which she could watch the door, when Vincy came up to talk to her.
In the morning they would take their small gasoline launch, which was at this moment hidden around the bend in a small creek, and would carry the boy to the emigration office at Fort Townsend. They had worked and played hard that day. When Lucile was wakened at one o'clock in the morning, she found herself unspeakably drowsy.
Lebel pushed pen, ink and paper towards her and she sat down, ready to begin. "Write!" now came in a curt command from the man at the window. And Lucile wrote at his dictation: "MONSIEUR LE MARQUIS, We are in grave trouble. My brother Etienne and I have been arrested on a charge of treason.
Lucile, by his posture, recognized the one who had championed their cause from the first. "Perhaps you wonder much?" he began. "Perhaps you ask how is this? Sit down. I will say it to you." The very sound of their own tongue, badly managed though it might be, was music to the two worn out and nerve-wrecked girls.
That must be one of your hopes." She had confirmed this with details. She got the notion, perhaps from nothing more than his rather thoughtful smile, that he comprehended the whole thing, even down to Aunt Lucile. Though wasn't there a phrase of his, "these uninhibited people, when it comes to getting things done ..." that slanted that way? Did that mean that he was one of the other sort?
"We'd better pull in behind the point, drag our boat up on the rocks and come round by land," whispered Lucile. "Yes, if we dare," said Marian, overcome for a moment with fear. "If they have seen us and come out to meet us, what then?" "I hardly think they'd see us without a field glass," said Lucile.
That is generally the last one before the show, and it is really a complete performance in itself, though the audience isn't allowed to come in. The day before Christmas Bunny, Sue, Lucile, Mart, and the other girls and boys assembled in the hall over the hardware store for the dress rehearsal. Mr. Treadwell was there, and the men who were to help set up the scenery were on hand.
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