“Oh, my conscience! That isn’t any matter. All the grandest actors have the dying parts; and they die gloriously; and the audience claps and claps and claps; and the curtain goes up, and they all come out alive again and bow and smile; and you eat some candy and don’t cry any more.”
“That’s bul—dandy.”
“But I don’t like them to do that, Billy. They ought to stay dead till the play is done. When I see them smiling I feel as if—just as I would if you made fun of me when I cried for my mama,—it takes all the true out of the play.”
“As soon as I get out of this,” Billy went on, after a short silence, “I’ll go over and fix up Ellen’s Isle for you and Lady Margaret. We can have
‘—a lodge of ample size,’
with
‘The lighter pine trees overhead,’
but not the strong log house where——” He hesitated, and May Nell quoted on glibly,
“‘The sturdy oak and ash unite’;
but I can