A Great Emergency and Other Tales Part 20
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The first person we met after we got in was Aunt Isobel. She had arrived in our absence. No doubt she had heard the whole affair, but she is very good, and never _gauche_ and she only said--
"Here come the stage-managers! Now what can I do to help? I have had some tea, and am ready to obey orders till the curtain rings up."
Boys do not carry things off well. Philip got very red, but I said--"Oh, please come to the nursery, Aunt Isobel. There are lots of things to do." She came, and was invaluable. I never said anything about the row to her, and she never said anything to me. That is what I call a friend!
The first thing Philip did was to unlock the property-box in his room and bring the Dragon and things back. The second thing he did was to mend the new scene by replacing the bit he had cut out, glueing canvas on behind it, and touching up with paint where it joined.
We soon put straight what had been disarranged. Blinds were drawn, candles lighted, seats fixed, and the theatre began to look like itself. Aunt Isobel and I were bringing in the footlights, when we saw Bobby at the extreme right of the stage wrapped in his cloak, and contemplating, with apparent satisfaction, twelve old hats and six pasteboard bandboxes which were spread before him.
"My dear Bobby, what are these?" said Aunt Isobel. Bobby hastily--almost stammeringly--explained,
"I am Twelve Travellers, you know, Aunt Isobel."
"Dear me!" said Aunt Isobel.
"I'll show you how I am going to do it," said Bobby.
"Here are twelve old hats--I have had such work to collect them!--and six bandboxes."
"Only six?" said Aunt Isobel with commendable gravity.
"But there are the lids," said Bobby; "six of them, and six boxes, make twelve, you know. I've only one cloak, but it's red on one side and blue on the other, and two kinds of b.u.t.tons. Well; I come on left for the First Traveller, with my cloak the red side out, and this white chimney-pot hat."
"Ah!" said Aunt Isobel.
"And one of the bandboxes under my cloak. The Dragon attacks me in the centre, and drives me off the right, where I smash up the bandbox, which sounds like him crunching my bones. Then I roll the thunder, turn my cloak to the blue side, put on this wideawake, and come on again with a bandbox lid and crunch that, and roll more thunder, and so on. I'm the Faithful Attendant and the Bereaved Father as well,"
added Bobby, with justifiable pride, "and I would have done the Dragon if they would have let me."
But even Bobby did not outdo the rest of us in willingness. Alice's efforts were obvious tokens of remorse; she waited on Philip, was attentive to Mr. Clinton (who, I think, to this day believes that he made himself especially acceptable to "the young ladies"), and surpa.s.sed herself on the stage. Charles does not "come round" so quickly, but at the last moment he came and offered to yield the white plume. I confess I was rather vexed with Mr. Clinton for accepting it, but Alice and I despoiled our best hats of their black ostrich feathers to make it up to Charles, and he said, with some dignity, that he should never have offered the white one if he had not meant it to be accepted.
One thing took us by surprise. We had had more trouble over the dressing of the new Prince than the costumes and make-up of all the rest of the characters together cost--he was only just torn from the big looking-gla.s.s by his "call" to the stage, and, to our amazement, he seemed decidedly unwilling to go on.
"It's a very odd thing, Miss Alice," said he in accents so pitiable that I did not wonder that Alice did her best to encourage him,--"it's a most extraordinary thing, but I feel quite nervous."
"You'll be all right when you're once on," said Alice; "mind you don't forget that it depends on you to explain that it's an invincible s.h.i.+eld."
"Which arm had I better wear it on?" said Mr. Clinton, s.h.i.+fting it nervously from side to side.
"The left, the left!" cried Alice. "Now you ought to be on."
"Oh what shall I say?" cried our new hero.
"Say--'Devastating Monster! my arm is mortal, and my sword was forged by human fingers, but this s.h.i.+eld is invincible as ----'"
"Second Prince," called Charles impatiently, and Mr. Clinton was hustled on.
He was greeted with loud applause. He said afterwards that this put his part out of his head, that Alice had told him wrong, and that the s.h.i.+eld was too small for him.
As a matter of fact he hammered and stammered and got himself and the piece into such confusion, that Philip lost patience as he lay awaiting his cue. With a fierce bellow he emerged from his cask, and roaring, "Avaunt, knight of the invincible s.h.i.+eld and craven heart!"
he crossed the stage with the full clatter of his canvas joints, and chased Mr. Clinton off at the left centre.
Once behind the scenes, he refused to go on again. He said that he had never played without a proper part at his uncle's in Dublin, and thought our plan quite a mistake. Besides which, he had got toothache, and preferred to join the audience, which he did, and the play went on without him.
I was acting as stage-manager in the intervals of my part, when I noticed Mr. Clinton (not the ex-Prince, but his father, the surgeon) get up, and hastily leave his place among the spectators. But just as I was wondering at this, I was recalled to business by delay on the part of Bobby, who ought to have been on (with the lights down) as the Twelfth Traveller.
I found him at the left wing, with all the twelve hats fitted one over another, the whole pile resting on a chair.
"Bob, what are you after? You ought to be on."
"All right," said Bob, "Philip knows. He's las.h.i.+ng his tail and doing some business till I'm ready. Help me to put this cus.h.i.+on under my cloak for a hump-back, will you? I didn't like the twelfth hat, it's too like the third one, so I'm going on as a Jew Pedlar. Give me that box. Now!" And before I could speak a roar of applause had greeted Bobby as he limped on in his twelve hats, crying, "Oh tear, oh tear!
dish ish the tarkest night I ever shaw."
But either we acted unusually well, or our audience was exceptionally kind, for it applauded everything and everybody till the curtain fell.
"Behind the scenes" is always a place of confusion after amateur theatricals; at least it used to be with us. We ran hither and thither, lost our every-day shoes, washed the paint from our faces, and mislaid any number of towels, and combs, and brushes, ate supper by s.n.a.t.c.hes, congratulated ourselves on a successful evening, and were kissed all around by Granny, who came behind the scenes for the purpose.
All was over, and the guests were gone, when I gave an invitation to the others to come and make lemon-brew over my bedroom fire as an appropriate concluding festivity. (It had been suggested by Bobby.) I had not seen Philip for some time, but we were all astonished to hear that he had gone out. We kept his "brew" hot for him, and Charles and Bobby were both nodding--though they stoutly refused to go to bed,--when his step sounded in the corridor, and he knocked and came hastily in.
Everybody roused up.
"Oh, Philip, we've been wondering where you were! Here's your brew, and we've each kept a little drop, to drink your good health."
("Mine is _all_ pips," observed Bobby as a parenthesis.) But Philip was evidently thinking of something else.
"Isobel," he said, standing by the table, as if he were making a speech, "I shall never forget your coming after me to-day. I told you you had the temper of an angel."
"So did I," said Alice.
"Hear! hear!" said Bobby, who was sucking his pips one by one and laying them by--"to plant in a pot," as he afterwards explained.
"You not only saved the theatricals," continued Philip, "you saved my life I believe."
No "situation" in the play had been half so startling as this. We remained open-mouthed and silent, whilst Philip sat down as if he were tired, and rested his head on his hands, which were dirty, and stained with something red.
"Haven't you heard about the accident?" he asked.
We all said "No."
"The 4.15 ran into the express where the lines cross, you know.
Isobel, _there were only two first-cla.s.s carriages, and everybody in them was killed but one man_. They have taken both his legs off, and he's not expected to live. Oh, poor fellow, he did groan so!"
Bobby burst into pa.s.sionate tears, and Philip buried his head on his arms.
Neither Alice nor I could speak, but Charles got up and went round and stood by Philip.
"You've been helping," he said emphatically, "I know you have. You're a good fellow, Philip, and I beg your pardon for saucing you. I am going to forget about the football too. I was going to have eaten raw meat, and dumb-belled, to make myself strong enough to thrash you,"
added Charles remorsefully.
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