Don't they, mamma ?" Mrs.Walton nodded yes, then said: "Suppose you bring the play down this afternoon, Betty.

Ask your mother to come too, Lloyd, and we'll read it out under the trees.

Now are all the characters decided upon ?" "All but the ogre," said Betty.
"Joe Clark is the very one for that," exclaimed Lloyd.

"He is head and shouldahs tallah than all the othah boys, although he is only fifteen, and his voice is so deep and gruff it sounds as if it came out of the cellah.
We can stop and ask him if he'll take the part." "Invite him to come down to the reading of the play, too," said Mrs.
Walton.

"I'll look for you all promptly at four." Betty almost lost her courage that afternoon when she saw the large group waiting for her under the beech-trees on Mrs.Walton's lawn.