"John Smith and Pocahontas," replied Polly promptly. "He almost gets killed, and doesn't quite; so that will get the audience all stirred up, but save the trouble of dying."
"But that only needs three," observed Florence thoughtfully, "and there are five of us."
"Doesn't he take her home to England, I'd like to know? There's a picture in the history where he shows Pocahontas to the queen. One of us can be king, and the other queen."
"But at court there are always lots of people round," remonstrated
Florence, with an eye to the truth of the situation.
"Never mind; we can make believe that the queen has sent them off, so as not to scare Pocahontas; that's what they call poetical license," said Polly. "Jean can see about that. There are lots of splendid things to wear, right here in this garret. Don't you suppose your mother would let us take them, Molly?"
"Yes, I know she will," replied Molly.
There was silence for a moment, while the girls considered the matter. Then Polly returned to her first charge.
"But it will take a good while to get ready to start this, so I'd like to suggest our doing something else, while we wait."
"Polly has something in her head," said Jean. "Tell us what 'tis,
Poll,"
"Well, I'll tell you," said Polly, as she rose and began to walk up and down the floor. "Aunt Jane was scolding, the other day, because I hadn't read 'Pilgrim's Progress.' She said it was a living disgrace to me, and that I must do it, right off. Now, what if we have a reading club and do it together? Have any of you read it? I don't believe you ever have."