“But the play was the principal thing, you know.”
“The play? Well, I don’t know,” said Miss Becky, thoughtfully. “I don’t know’s I’m so terrible sot on the theetter’s I thought for. I’d a good deal ruther hev you come over ’n do that sleep-walkin’ piece for me. I don’t want nothin’ better’n that. ’F I can see you act that once in a while, ’n’ hev this here Garding of Eden to think about,—a founting playin’ right in the house, ’n’ all,—I ain’t likely to want for amusement.”
The best bonnet was still very much askew, but the pleasant old face within, whose wrinkles had resumed their accustomed grooves, was irradiated with a look of unmistakable beatitude; and somehow it was borne in upon Nannie that her theatre party had been a success after all.
Olivia’s Sun-Dial
CHAPTER I
OLIVIA’S SUN-DIAL
“It’s all we need to make it the prettiest garden in Dunbridge.”
“Hm! And why must we have the prettiest garden in Dunbridge?”