"
"You might let me rehearse with you," grumbled John. "Every time I
come near I find you dancing hand-in-hand with Tiddy or Clarence or
Mrs. Beeson" (Mrs. Beeson was the gigantic Fairy Queen) "or sewing
on some wild thing for some seminary child."
"Some of those seminary children are only a year younger than I am,"
she reminded him. "But if you would like to rehearse your part with
me you'll have to go find Allan. All your scenes are with him."
"Allan has a well-trained wife and a lock on his door," said John,
who didn't in the least need to rehearse. "I have neither. Mother
has made our house a happy hunting-ground, and at this moment Gail
and Tiddy and Clarence are putting the Chorus of Peers through its
paces. They aren't properly hand-picked. One of 'em squeaks."
"They had to pick him, because he was so grand and tall," Joy
explained. "He isn't supposed to sing. I suppose he got carried away."
"Suppose you get carried away," coaxed John, returning to the charge.
"Now, John, you know the thing is to be given in a week," remonstrated
Joy. "And I have heaps to learn, and any amount more to sew."
"Nevertheless--" said John, and suddenly laughed and tried to pick
her up. He was very strong, and she was light and little, but she
resisted valiantly. They were laughing and struggling like a couple
of children, when they heard footsteps, and shamefacedly composed
themselves to look very civilized.
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