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"Well, a show isn't much fun unless you have some scenery in it," said Mr. Treadwell, "and the scenery I spoke of, which was part of our show, can be bought cheap, I think." "Say, Daddy, is the sheenery in a show like the sheenery in a automobile or one of your motor boats?" asked Sue. "Oh, she's thinking of wheels and things that go around!" laughed Bunny.
At this point Sue was to see the pretend tramp, who, of course, was only Mr. Treadwell dressed up in old clothes. Everything went off very well. Along through the meadow walked the actor tramp, and then, when Sue and Bunny called for "Snap," out rushed Splash. "Grab him!" cried Bunny, and his dog caught hold of the loose piece of cloth sewed to Mr. Treadwell's coat.
The two men confronted each other helplessly, silently, and then Lans Treadwell, overcome by sudden remorse, and a kind of fear, strove to propitiate the sternness that found no expression in words. "I've been devilishly wrong, Sand, and returned your hospitality and friendship with bad grace, old fellow, but I drifted into it and when it was too late I did what seemed the only decent thing.
"Shop, Levi?" Matilda leaned up on her thin elbow and scanned her brother's face in the white light of the moon. "Shop, Levi? Shop for what?" "Why things! Have all the help you can get and take a reasonable time, but I'd like to have you get real stylish fixings. I'd like real well for you to have a lavender frock, something like that Treadwell woman wears.
"Going to have a show, are you?" asked Mr. Treadwell, with a smile. "Yes, a real one," declared Sue. "Once we had a circus, but this show is going to be in the Opera House, maybe, and we'll give all the money we make to our mother's Red Cross." "That will be nice," said Mr. Treadwell, with a smile. "But I'm afraid I'd be too big to fit into your show." "Oh, no!" exclaimed Bunny.
Then he drew her in, closed the door upon the world and, holding her before him by the shoulders, looked deep and searchingly into her eyes which met his unflinchingly and trustfully. "Thank God!" was all he said, but in that moment poor Lans Treadwell passed unscathed before his last judge. "How thin you are, little Cyn!" Sandy had drawn the big leather chair to the hearth and seated her in it.
In the moonlight, and at a distance of some rods, the song sounded well enough, and the colonel lingered until it ceased, and the player began to practise scales, when he continued his walk. He had smoked a couple of cigars, and was returning toward Mrs. Treadwells', when he met, face to face, Miss Laura Treadwell coming out of the barber's house. He lifted his hat and put out his hand.
Thacher's "Military Journal of the Revolution." The narrative of Vaughn is gleaned from old residents, Almira Briggs Treadwell, Archibald Dodge, Jane Crane, and others. "Washington Headquarters at Fredricksburgh," by L. S. Patrick; Quaker Hill Series, 1907. This matter is very fully treated in "Washington's Headquarters at Fredericksburgh," by Lewis S. Patrick.
"Now if we could only hear from Aunt Sallie and Uncle Simon everything would be all right." The musicians were in their places. The hall was well filled, not only with boys and girls who had come to see their chums and playmates act, but with grown folks as well. "Are you all ready?" asked Mr. Treadwell of Bunny, Sue and the others, as the musicians finished playing the opening piece.
Those were only two "lines" in the play, but these, as well as others, had to be said over and over again, until Mr. Treadwell was sure the children would not forget. Mart and Lucile, also, had to practice their parts, but as the boy and girl actor and actress had been in plays before, it was not so hard for them.
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