“He just looked at ’em an’ said, ‘Oh Dam and Blarst (their names, you know) I cannot find my things.’”
“Of course I knew he said that.”
“Well, you jus’ say that to ’em and——shall we start? I say, Georgie, you do make a fine King John.”
“Oh, I bet I’ll win the prize all right,” said Georgie complacently from beneath his mud.
The grown-ups sat in an expectant semicircle, smiling indulgently.
“I do so love to see little children acting,” said one. “They’re always so sweet and natural.”
“I wish you’d seen Georgie last Christmas,” murmured Georgie’s mother, “as Prince Charming in a little children’s pantomime we got up. I had his photograph taken. I’ll show it to you afterwards.”
Just then William and Ginger appeared. They had replaced their stockings and shoes and looked for William and Ginger unusually neat and tidy.
“Well, dears,” said Mrs. Murdoch smiling, “have you chosen your little scene yet?”
“No,” said William, “we can’t get on with it with Georgie messin’ about the pond all the time.”