Very happy, now that they had found their uncle, Mart and Lucile went home with Mr. Brown, Bunny, and Sue, promising to come often again to see Mr. Clayton.
"Wasn't it queer," said Mart, "that, after all, he should come to the same Home we're going to help with the farm play?"
"Very strange, indeed," said Mr. Brown.
"And now, if we can only get word from Uncle Simon and Aunt Sallie, how happy we'll be!" exclaimed Lucile.
"Oh, I'm sure you'll hear soon, my dear," said Mrs. Brown when they had reached home and told her the good news.
Then followed a time of anxious waiting, with Lucile and Mart looking almost every hour for a message from their uncle and aunt so far away. And they and the other children were kept busy getting ready for the play. For it was almost Christmas and time for the great performance.
The tickets had been printed, and all the mistakes corrected in the type that Charlie Star had set up. Many tickets had been sold, and it looked as though everything would be all right.
"I do hope we won't make any mistakes," said Bunny to his sister one day, as they were talking about the coming play.
"I hope so, too," she answered. "Wouldn't it be terrible if we got on the stage and forgot what we were going to say?"
"Yes, it would," agreed Bunny. "I'm going to keep on saying my lines over and over again all the while. Then I won't forget."