False teeth, false hair, false skin, false everything.
CHAPTER XI
A SUCCESSFUL PERFORMANCE
THE great day drew near. The play was to be presented on Friday evening, and much was to be done by way of preparation.
Uncle Ned and two carpenters were building a stage in the parlor, which, though small, was a jolly little affair; and Aunt Molly, who was a bit of an artist, was painting some crude but effective scenery.
Betty was supposed to be helping Uncle Ned, and Marjorie and Millicent were trying to help the scenic artist; but if their assistance wasn’t very valuable, they at least knew enough not to hinder the head workers.
Jessie and Marguerite were devising stunning costumes and strange-looking “properties,” the use of which no one could guess.
These two modistes were continually making pilgrimages to the shops of Long Beach; which emporiums never, by any chance, yielded up the materials the anxious maidens were in search of.
“Going to the store again?” said Marjorie, as Marguerite flew by her with an anxious face.
“Yes; we must have some red stuff, if I have to use paper.”