Yes, Kammie was beautiful in Death. Stiff and stark he lay in state all that day, and on the morning after, they placed him in a little coffin of cardboard, and he was laid to rest in a grave that Willie had made in a distant corner of the field. And they planted a flower to mark the spot.
CHAPTER II.
Storm and Wreck.
“AND what a change it will be, too,” said Reginald Fitzroy to Johnnie and Willie, while Peggy McQueen sat listening in the tent to every word that was said.
He had already signed the agreement with the Macgilvray Company to bring out Peggy on the Australian stage. In her acting and singing she had made such progress this winter, that she was certain to cause a sensation in that new land of sunshine.
It was spring again once more; it is a sorrowful thing for anyone who loves nature, to sail away from his native land when the birds begin to build and sing, and wild-flowers spring wanton, to be loved and admired.
But ever since he had met Macgilvray’s agent, Fitzroy had been a different man.
“It will be for the good of us all, my dears,” he said, hopefully. “Peggy will become a queen of the stage.”
Poor Peggy’s eyes sparkled with delight, but she sighed immediately afterwards, for she was very fond of her caravan. But then—well, she couldn’t be always a child.
Father Fitzroy had already written a three-act piece for Peggy, and he himself believed he would get rich. Willie would be a draw, and the splendid blood-hound would work beautifully into the play. Such a chance would never come again, he thought—
“There is a tide....
Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune.”