“He’s not here!” she exclaimed. “Come—his things will make the grandest sailors out of you!” She had them in Thomason’s room in no time.
“But we can’t both be sailors,” objected Jack. “We’ll need a captain.”
“We’ll imagine him. He’ll be out of sight somewhere.” She opened Thomason’s trunk.
“It’s not—Romeo’s, is it?” asked Clifton dubiously.
Bonnie May only emitted a little scream of delight. She had caught sight of two red bandanna handkerchiefs. She had them out swiftly. Also a new canvas coat, and an old one.
Then she heard some one entering the room. Thomason came and stood beside her, to see what she was doing. He looked into the trunk as if he were curious to see what was in it.
Her manner betrayed no confusion at all. “So glad you’ve come!” she said. “It’s going to be a play. Oh, the very thing! You can be one of the sailors, Thomason, and then we can have the captain, too.” She appealed to Clifton and Jack. “Won’t he make a perfectly splendid sailor?” she demanded.
They agreed that he would be an ideal sailor.
Thomason hadn’t the slightest idea what it all meant. But when she tied one of the red bandanna handkerchiefs in a special fashion around the neck of one of the actors, he concluded that it was going to be some kind of a game. Or possibly he feared he was going to lose his handkerchiefs.
“Put one on me!” he suggested.