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And so it was, but in such a way as to appear very pretty when set up and lighted. "Here's a real tree!" cried Bunny, who was rummaging about back of the stacked-up scenery. "Well, it's meant to look like a real tree," said Mr. Treadwell, "but it isn't, really. It's a pretty good imitation of a peach tree, and I suppose you could use it in your show, children."
"And now tell me all that happened, Mart and Lucile." Their story was soon told, just as I have written it here how they were "stranded" when the show broke up, and how Mr. Brown took care of them. The story of Mr. Treadwell was also told to Mart and Lucile's Uncle Bill, and how the impersonator had written the little play. "And once he lost his wig and Wango the monkey had it!" cried Sue.
He was intellect in adolescence intellect finding its strength intellect in revolt against the tyranny of industrialism. The staircase creaked softly, and following a knock at the door, Mrs. Peachey entered with her arms full of bed-clothes. "I am so sorry I kept you waiting, Mr. Treadwell, but I was obliged to stop to speak to a caller. Oh, thank you. Do you really know how to make up a bed?
When his summer work in the mills was over, he found his greatest pleasure at Bretherton with Markham and Matilda and old Bob. And then, when sudden necessity lashed him to unexpected endeavour, he went to young Treadwell and said simply: "I am not going to work in the mills this vacation; Mr. Markham has offered me a trip somewhere, but I have need of money for personal uses and I must earn some.
"He'll probably offer you a beastly little allowance," Olive Treadwell had warned; "but I'll add to that; so accept it like a lamb. Then he'll throw Cornell to you he has right bad taste in universities but you must use your tact there, Lans. Tell him about your associates and how your future will be influenced by your college Frat and such things.
Treadwell said he was well pleased. School would close for the holidays a week before Christmas, and then there would be more time to rehearse. Meanwhile Bunny, Sue, and their friends had fun on the snow and ice as well as in practicing for the show.
Treadwell, that the result was decisive. Therefore I have to ask of you the favor of another early meeting, for a more definite try-out." Treadwell gasped. So did his recent seconds and the late officials of the fight. "Another fight, sir?" demanded Midshipman Treadwell. "Yes, sir," replied Darrin quietly. "Oh, very well," agreed Treadwell, nonchalantly. "At any time that you wish, Mr.
But at the same time, Tread, I tell you I don't care about having enemies among fellows who come back as swiftly, strongly and as much like a bulldog as Darry does." Seeing Dave pull off his blouse, Treadwell slowly removed his own clothing above the waist. "Rub me down along the arms a bit," said Midshipman Treadwell, after he had exercised his arms a moment.
"Oh, I'm not going to stay here!" suddenly cried Sadie West. "There is something funny here," said Bunny Brown. "None of us is talking and yet we hear a voice." Mr. Treadwell, who had been looking over the papers on which he had written down the different parts of the play, looked up quickly when he again heard the strange voice.
Jed Winkler's monkey. Wango made a funny little chattering noise, and took off the wig, which he held out to the actor. "See, he's saying he's sorry!" exclaimed Lucile. Next Wango took off the jacket. It was one of the costumes Mr. Treadwell used on the stage. "I guess he won't dress up again," said Mart. "I didn't know he was such a performer."
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