"We're going on the stage!" cried Bunny, who, with Sue, had been waiting for a chance to get in a word or two.
"We're going to have a real play on a farm," said Sue. "And you ought to see our dog Splash hang on to Mr. Treadwell."
"Treadwell? Is that the impersonator?" asked Mr. Clayton.
"Yes," answered Mart. "He is helping us with the little play."
"And maybe you could be in it and play the piano!" cried Bunny. "We heard you play the piano terrible nice!"
"Well, I'm glad you liked it," said Mr. Clayton, with a laugh, "but I'm afraid I'm not quite ready to start a performance yet. I need more practice. Oh, but I am glad you have found me, and that I have found you!"
"Mr. Clayton only came to this Home a few days ago," explained Mr. Harrison to Mr. Brown. "I had forgotten that you had asked about some one of his name, or I would have sent you word before that the children's blind uncle was here."
"And if I had known they were so near me, and had been looking so long for me, I'd have sent them word," said Uncle Bill. "And now tell me all that happened, Mart and Lucile."
Their story was soon told, just as I have written it here—how they were "stranded" when the show broke up, and how Mr. Brown took care of them. The story of Mr. Treadwell was also told to Mart and Lucile's Uncle Bill, and how the impersonator had written the little play.
"And once he lost his wig and Wango the monkey had it!" cried Sue.