“Well, I was thinking of charging for the entertainment,” demurred Marie.
“But wouldn’t it be piling things up just a wee bit too much?” asked Louise.
“Perhaps,” admitted Marie.
“What were you thinking of having?” asked Winona.
It was at the end of a weekly Council Fire, and the girls were lying about, as usual, on the hill.
“I was wondering”—from Marie a little doubtfully—“if we could have some tableaux from Maeterlinck, with readings. I could do the readings.”
“What’s Maeterlinck?” asked Louise cheerfully. “Something good to eat?”
“No, you goose!” instructed Marie. “He wrote the ‘Blue Bird,’ and—oh, a lot of plays.”
“Nice ones?” asked Louise. “Lots of people running around doing exciting things?”
“No,” admitted Marie. “Nothing much happens. But it’s very elevating.”