"Now, where's the Moon?"
"Gone downstairs to get a paintbrush," replied More Trees.
"What'll Moon rise on?" asked Nyoda, knitting her brows in thought.
"Take the piano stool," suggested the First Soldier, leaning on his weapon in a picturesque attitude.
"The very thing!" exclaimed Nyoda. "Bring up the piano stool!" she shouted down the stairway, and a few minutes later the Moon came into view, carrying her rising power in one hand, a bottle of India ink in the other, a number of sheets of cardboard under her arm and a paintbrush held crosswise in her mouth.
"Gracious, if you'd ever slipped coming up the stairs!" exclaimed the Second Soldier, springing forward to take the bottle of ink out of the hand of the Moon.
"Now Moon, you rise behind More Trees," ordered Nyoda, setting the piano stool behind Migwan.
"How does a moon rise, anyway?" asked Gladys in perplexity.
"Oh, begin by crouching on the piano stool, and then straighten up gradually to a standing position over Migwan's shoulder," answered Nyoda. "Now then! 'Curtain rises. Scene shows camp of the American army at the time of the Revolution. Trees on left, more trees on right, guns stacked against trees. Moon rises,' All right, Moon, rise!"
Gladys rose shakily to a standing position, her hand on the shoulder of More Trees.