"
"No; she doesn't seem to care to see people," said Patty. "She seems to
have no taste for society. Why, I don't suppose she'd care to take part
in our play, even if we invited her."
"Oh, what about the play?" said Elsie. "Have you really decided to have
a play, instead of that stupid old fair?"
"We haven't decided anything," said Patty, "we can't until the club meets
to-morrow."
"Oh, do have a play," said Frank, "and then us fellows can take part. We
couldn't do anything at a bazaar, except stand around and buy things."
"And we're chuck-full of histrionic talent," put in Guy. "You ought to
see me do Hamlet."
"Yes," said Frank, "Guy's Hamlet is quite the funniest thing on the face
of the earth. I do love comedy."
"So do I," said Guy, "I just love to play a side-splitting part
like Hamlet."
"Then you may have a chance," said Marian, "for one of the plays we're
thinking about--and it isn't exactly a play either--brings in a whole lot
of tragic characters in a humourous way. It's a general mix-up, you know:
Hamlet, and Sairy Gamp, and Rip Van Winkle, and Old Mother Hubbard, and
everybody."
"Yes, that's a good one," said Marian; "it's called 'Shakespeare at the
Seashore.'"
"The name is enough to condemn that piece," said Mr. Fairfield; "not one
of you can say it straight."
And sure enough, though numerous attempts were made, and much laughter
ensued, none entirely successful.
CHAPTER XI
PREPARATIONS
With the instincts of a true hostess, Patty had slipped from the room
unobserved, and had held a short Confab with her two trusty servitors in
the kitchen.
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