“The rabbit hole was a kind of oval with the middle part cut out,” went on the little lame girl. “All I had to do to make the rabbit go down was to pass the rabbit figure right into the centre of that and then draw him quickly away out of sight. It was the same with Alice. And oh, I did have such a splendid Pool of Tears with the mouse swimming in it! I made the Walrus and the Carpenter and Humpty Dumpty and everything!”
“What play could we give?”
“What would it be about?”
They wondered.
“It would be harder to make one up than to copy a story,” thought Jimsi.
“I tell you what we could do,” suddenly flashed Joyce. “It isn’t exactly a play, but it would be fun even if it wasn’t a real story. We could make Mother Goose motion pictures!”
“That sounds nice,” agreed Jimsi. She waited for the little lame girl to explain.
“We’d cut out a scene for Mother Hubbard’s house, you know,” pursued the little lame girl. “Then when we’d made the cupboard and the chairs and things, we could cut out Mother Hubbard and the dog and make a motion picture of it—just a short one.”
“And Jack and Jill Went Down the Hill!”