Ned. No; I’d rather be the cross tyrant: I feel just right for that. Arthur’ll be Mr. Tell.
Arthur. Oh, yes! I’ll be Mr. Tell; and Tommy can be the boy. (Tommy moves toward the door.) Where are you going, Tommy?
Tommy (going out). After my bow’n’arrow.
Lucy (bringing an apple from her basket). Here’s the apple.
Caroline. What shall we do for a feather? Mr. Tell’s hat must have a feather.
Kate. Twist up a piece of newspaper. (Turns Arthur’s hat up at one side, and fastens it with a twist of paper, left open at the top.) There you have it! And Polly’s sack, turned wrong side out, will do for a tunic.
(Arthur puts on hat and sack. Sack is lined with a bright color, or with different colors.)
Polly. He ought to have a wide sash.
Lucy (taking off hers). Here, take mine!
Polly. Not that kind of a sash!