And gentle little Alice grew more settled in her mind,
She never more was guilty of a weakness of that kind,
Until at length good Robber Brown bestowed her little hand
On a promising young robber, the lieutenant of his band!
After that the curtain was drawn again, while the girls dressed for Holmes’s “It Was a Gay Young Oysterman.” This, while it was good, was not the hit with the audience that “Gentle Alice Brown” had been. When it was finished, and the oysterman and his bride were seen “keeping a shop for mermaids down below,” the girls took down the curtain, and while more music was played the performers hurried into their pretty dresses. Then they came out, and strolled about the camp with the audience.
“Where are Vicky and Sandy?” Winona remembered to ask Helen, as they met after the curtain was down. “Did they come?”
“I think so,” said Helen, rubbing hard at her cork mustache. “Adelaide, did you see Sandy anywhere?”
Adelaide, who was just braiding her hair, turned.
“Yes, I did,” she said. “She’s here somewhere, with another little girl. I saw them not long ago.”
Winona went in search of them, for when you ask a guest to an entertainment it’s only polite to hunt her up. It was not hard to find the sisters. They were sitting with Louise, eating home-made ice-cream.
Winona sat down by them.
“I’m awfully glad you came, Vicky.”
“So’m I, too,” said Vicky. She seemed rather shy here in the camp, but she looked happy. “I’m having a nice time.”