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'A couple of rocks；' suggested Jack。
'Not exactly；' replied the critical Rosalind； with great dignity。 'I
am black and blue already from practising my faint； and I expect to
shriek with pain when I fall to…morrow night。'
'St。 Jacob's Oil relieves stiffened joints； smooths the wrinkles from
the brow of care； soothes lacerated feelings； and 'ushes the 'owl of
hinfancy；' remarked Geoffrey serenely； as he prepared to build the
required mossy banks。
'My dear cousin （there are times when I am glad it is only second
cousin）； have you a secret contract to advertise a vulgar patent
medicine？ or why this eloquence？' laughed Bell。
'And； Jack；' suggested Polly； 'you don't seem to be doing anything；
fix a stump for me to sit on while Orlando and Rosalind are making
love。'
'All right； countess。 I'd like to see you stumped once in my life。
Shall we have the canvases brought for stage carpets？'
'We say no；' cried Rosalind； firmly。 'We shall be a thousand times
more awkward stumbling over stiff billows of carpet。 Let's sweep the
ground as clean and smooth as possible； and let it go for all the
scenes。'
'Yes； we shall then be well GROUNDED in our parts；' remarked Phil；
hiding his head behind a bunch of candles。
'Take care； young man；' laughed Polly； 'or you may be 〃run to earth〃
instead。'
'Or be requested by the audience to get up and dust；' cried the
irrepressible Jack； whose wit was very apt to be of a slangy
character。 'Now let us settle the interior； or I shall go mad。'
'Bell and I have it all settled；' said Geoffrey； promptly。 'The
background is to be made of three sheets hung over a line； and the
two sides will be formed of canvas carpets； the walls will have
Japanese fans； parasols； and'
'Jupiter！' exclaimed Jack； who； as knight of the brush； felt
compelled to be artistic。 'Imagine a ducal palace； in the year so
many hundred and something； decorated with Japanese bric…a…brac！ I
blush for you。'
'Now； Jack； we might as well drop the whole play as begin to think of
the 'nakkeronisms；' or whatever the word is。 I have got to wear an
old white wrapper to the wrestling…match； but I don't complain；' said
Polly。
Just here Bell ran back from the kitchen； exclaiming：
'I have secured Pancho for Charles the Wrestler。 Oh； he was
fearfully obstinate！ but when I told him he would only be on the
stage two minutes； and would not have to speak a word； but just let
Geoff throw him； he consented。 Isn't that good？ Did you decide
about the decorations？'
'It will have to be just as we suggested；' answered Margery。 'Fans；
parasols； flowers； and leaves； with the madrono…wood furniture
scattered about； sheep…skins； etc。'
'A few venison rugs； I presume you mean；' said Geoffrey； slyly。
'Say； Polly； omit the cold cream for once； will you？ You don't want
to outshine everybody。'
'Thank you；' she replied。 'I will endeavour to take care of my own
complexion； if you will allow me。 As for yours； you look more like
Othello than Orlando。'
'Come； come； girls；' said industrious Margery； 'let us go to the tent
and sew。 It is nothing but nonsense here； and we are not
accomplishing anything。'
So they wisely left the boys to themselves for the entire day； and
transformed their tent into a mammoth dressmaking establishment； with
clever Aunt Truth as chief designer。
The intervening hours had slipped quickly away； and now the fatal
moment had arrived； and everything was ready for the play。
The would…be actresses were a trifle excited when the Professor and
his eight students were brought up and introduced by Jack and Scott
Burton； and； as if that were not enough； who should drive up at the
last moment but the family from the neighbouring milk ranch； and beg
to be allowed the pleasure of witnessing the performance。 Mr。
Sandford was the gentleman who had sold Dr。 Winship his land； and so
they were cordially invited to remain。
All the cushions and shawls belonging to the camp were arranged
carefully on the knoll； for audience seats； it was a brilliant
moonlight night； and the stage assumed a very festive appearance with
its four pounds of candles and twelve Chinese lanterns。
Meanwhile the actors were dressing in their respective tents。 Bell's
first dress was a long pink muslin wrapper of Mrs。 Burton's； which
had been belted in and artistically pasted over with bouquets from
the cretonne trunk covers； in imitation of flowered satin； under this
she wore a short blue lawn skirt of her own； catching up the pink
muslin on the left side with a bouquet of wild roses； and producing
what she called a 'positively Neilson effect。'
Her bright hair was tossed up into a fluffy knot on the top of her
head； and with a flat coronet of wild roses and another great bunch
at her belt； one might have gone far and not have found a prettier
Rosalind。
'I declare； you are just too lovelyisn't she； Laura？' asked
Margery。
'Yes； she looks quite well；' answered Laura； abstractedly； being much
occupied in making herself absurdly beautiful as Audrey。 'Of course
the dress fits horridly； but perhaps it won't show in the dim light。'
'Oh； is it very bad？' sighed Bell； plaintively； 'I can't see it in
this glass。 Well； the next one fits better； and I have to wear that
the longest。 Shall I do your hair； Laura？'
'Nothanks； Margery has such a capital knack at hair…dressing； and
she doesn't come on yet。'
During this conversation Polly was struggling with Aunt Truth's
trained white wrapper。 It was rather difficult to make it look like
a court dress； but she looked as fresh and radiant as a rose in it；
for the candle…light obliterated every freckle； and one could see
nothing but a pair of dancing eyes； the pinkest of cheeks； and a head
running over with curls of ruddy gold。
'Now； Bell； criticise me！' she cried； taking a position in the middle
of the tent； and turning round like a wax figure。 'I have torn out
my hair by the roots to give it a 〃done up〃 look； and have I
succeeded？ and shall I wear any flowers with this lace surplice？ and
what on earth shall I do with my hands？ they're so black they will
cast a gloom over the stage。 Perhaps I can wrap my handkerchief
carelessly round one； and I'll keep the other round your waist；
considerable； tucked under your Watteau pleat。 Will I do？'
'Do？ I should think so！' and Bell eyed her with manifest approval。
'Your hair is very nice； and your neck looks lovely with that lace
handkerchief。 As for flowers； why don't you wear a great mass of
yellow and white daisies？ You'll be as gorgeous as'
'As a sunset by Turner；' said Laura； with a glance at Polly's auburn
locks。 'Seems to me this is a mutual admiration society； isn't it？'
and she sank languidly into a chair to have her hair dressed。
'Yes； it is；' cried Polly； boldly； 'and it's going to 〃continner。〃
Meg； you're a darling in that blue print and pretty hat。 I'll fill
my fern…basket with flowers； and you can take it； as to have
something in your hand to play with。 You look nicer than any Phoebe
I ever saw； that's a fact。 And now； hurrah！ we're all ready； and
there's the boys' bell； so let us assemble out in the kitchen。 Oh