Those webbed feet and hideous eyes are enough to strike terror to any one's soul." It was a play in which every one was pleased with the part given him.
Allison and Rob swept up and down in their gilt crowns and ermine-trimmed robes of royal purple, feeling that as king and queen they had the most important parts of all.

Keith looked every inch the charming Prince Hero he personated, and Malcolm made such a dashing knight that there was a burst of applause every time he appeared.
Betty made a dear old godmother, and Elise, with crown and star-tipped wand, filmy spangled wings, and big red bubble of a balloon, was supremely happy as Queen of the Fairies.

But it was the Little Colonel who won the greatest laurels, in the tower room, making the prettiest picture of all as she bent over the great St.Bernard, bewailing their fate.
The scenery had been changed with little delay between acts.

Three tall screens, hastily unfolded just in front of the spiked fence, hid the orchard from view, and a fourth screen served the double purpose of forming the side wall of the room, and hiding the ogre's tower.

The narrow space between the screens and the footlights was ample for the scene that took place there, and the arrangement saved much trouble.