“You are going to hear the story and see it acted at the same time. The Story Lady will control the action with her voice.”
In the Magic Circle
Mary Frances sat listening entranced to the voice of the Story Lady. It flowed on and on like sweet music, now rising, now falling, filling the ear with charming sound, and the imagination with a perfect picture of the story she was telling.
The story began:
“The most charming little girl in her native village was Patty—”
At the words a little girl, Patty, not much bigger than Tiny of Tinytown sprang up in the circle with her little home and the village all about her.
“The pigeons flew down—to coo around her—”
And they flew down and cooed.
“The chickens fed from her hand—”
And the chickens came running.