“This Nest will be too small to hold you all so I suggest that we use a folding-table as a desk and find some secluded spot in the grove where we will be away from the confusion of camp work. If one has to be tried out in any line he can perform without feeling embarrassed by others watching or hearing him,” said Miss Martin, to the group waiting anxiously for her.
“I’ll carry the folding-table over when you’re ready to go!” quickly offered Bill, who had an idea of what he would do in the new company.
“And I’ll take the chair!” added Joe.
“All right, boys; now let us have breakfast and do our camp chores—then we will be ready to begin our fun!”
Camp work was through sooner than ever that morning and before ten o’clock Miss Martin was seated before the impromptu desk in the quiet shady grove.
“Now, Molly Brown—you were so anxious to sign up this morning—what can you do to entertain an audience?” said Miss Martin, smiling at the ten-year-old girl.
“I kin ride bareback!” was the startling answer.
“Ride bareback—but what good will that do us in a show-house?” gasped Miss Martin.
“You’se don’t have to keep yersels to one show, does you? In Noo York der’s a theayter an’ a hippodrome, too!” was Molly’s quick reply.
This opened vast possibilities before Miss Martin’s vision, and before she could collect herself to speak wisely, one of the boys said: