“The cat rolled over her feet and purred—”
And the cat did it.
“The steady old dog, Bluff, cut his liveliest capers—”
And Bluff did it.
As the story fell from the Story Lady’s lips there was instant obedience in the village of the magic circle. The characters obeyed the voice instantly, just as the feet of children dancing obey the music of the piano. So the story flowed on—the acting kept pace with the voice and did everything the words said.
Mary Frances sat spellbound, for she had never seen anything so beautiful as the way in which that wonderful voice brought every player and every action to her ears and eyes at the same time.
This is the story. If you keep your eyes on the magic circle you can see it as Mary Frances saw it—through the veil of words.
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