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Slowly there grew into view behind them on the wall the picture of the thoughts that were in their minds--the picture of three children, pale, thin, tear-stained, trudging along a weary road. Each one carried a bundle far too heavy for him and each looked unsmilingly out of the frame, though Mrs. Morton breathed a sigh of relief when the touching scene faded and she knew that there was no longer any danger of d.i.c.ky's spoiling the effect by a burst of laughter or a genial call to some acquaintance in the audience.
Slowly the curtain fell and the old ladies were lost to view. Then the old ladies in front breathed a sigh of satisfaction. It had been simply perfect!
CHAPTER XI
"SISTER SUSIE'S SEWING SHIRTS FOR SOLDIERS"
WITH the evening well under way Helen was beginning to be relieved of the worry that she had not been able to control, but as the time for the silhouette approached the Ethels became distinctly disturbed. d.i.c.ky always was an uncertain element. Because he had behaved like an angel child in the tableau with the old ladies was no a.s.surance that as a p.u.s.s.y cat in the silhouettes he would not raise an uproar which would put to shame any backyard feline of their acquaintance.
d.i.c.ky's companions in the animal play were ready behind the scenes and their funny costumes were causing bursts of suppressed mirth as they danced about excitedly. When d.i.c.ky finished his tableau he was hurried into his maltese coat and by the time that his Aunt Louise had played the "Owl and the p.u.s.s.y Cat" and Dorothy had sung it, the blue curtain had been lowered, the light behind it turned on, and between it and the net curtain in front the dogs and the cats and the rabbits frisked happily. In fact the raising of the outside curtain caught them tagging each other about the stage in a manner that was vastly amusing but had nothing to do with the play.
For there was a little play. The Ethels had made it up themselves and it had to do not only with a fisher dog who lost his catch to a robber cat but with a clever rabbit who was chased by both dogs and cats and who took refuge in the rushes on the bank of the stream and was pa.s.sed by because his pursuers mistook the tips of his ears for rushes. Then they made signs that, wherever he was, if he would come out and join them they should all be friends. He came out and they took paws and danced about in a circle. Against the dull blue background it looked as if the animals were playing in the moonlight, jumping and walking on their hindlegs like the creatures in the fairy books. The small children in the audience were especially pleased with this number and when at the end a boy appeared carrying his schoolbooks and all the animals fell into line behind him and walked off demurely to school it was so like what happens at the end of the holidays that they burst into renewed clapping.
The minuet went with the utmost smoothness. Doctor Watkins added his violin to the piano's playing of the Mozart music from "Don Giovanni"
and the picturesquely dressed figures stepped and bowed and courtesied with grace and precision. Helen danced with Tom, Margaret with Roger, Ethel Brown with James, and Ethel Blue with the new boy, George Foster.
The girls all wore ruffled skirts with paniers elaborately bunched over them, and they had their hair powdered. The boys wore knee breeches, long-tailed coats, and white wigs. On the wall hung an old portrait of a Morton ancestor. A spinet stood at one side of the room which the stage represented. The whole atmosphere was that of a day long gone by.
After this number was done Doctor Watkins appeared before the curtain.
"I am asked by the president of the United Service Club," he said, "to tell you that there will be an interval of ten minutes between the minuet and the next offering of the program. During that time I am going to sing you a song that the English soldiers are singing. It isn't a serious song, for the soldiers are hearing enough sad sounds without adding to them. I may make some mistakes in singing it--you'll understand why in a moment."
At a nod from him, Mrs. Smith broke into the opening notes of "Sister Susie's Sewing Shirts for Soldiers," and by the time the doctor had finished the second stanza the audience was humming the chorus. "Come on," he cried. "I did make some mistakes. See if you can do better," and he led the tune for the four lines that announced,--
"Sister Susie's sewing shirts for soldiers.
Such skill at sewing shirts our shy young sister Susie shows, Some soldiers send epistles, say they'd sooner sleep in thistles Than the saucy, soft, short shirts for soldiers Sister Susie sews."
Everybody laughed and laughed and tried to sing and laughed again.
When the chorus was over, Doctor Watkins dashed into the Allies' song, "Tipperary," and followed it by "Deutschland ueber Alles." Then he taught the audience the words of "The Christmas Ship" and they quickly caught the air and soon were singing,--
"Hurrah, hurrah for the Christmas Ship As it starts across the sea With its load of gifts and its greater load Of loving sympathy.
Let's wave our hats and clap our hands As we send it on its trip; May many a heart and home be cheered By the gifts in the Christmas Ship."
Edward had a good voice and he sang with so much spirit that every one enjoyed his unexpected addition to the evening's pleasure.
A bell behind the scenes announced that "The Pied Piper of Hamelin" was ready and the curtain rose on the room in the Town Hall of Hamelin in which the Corporation held its meetings. Dorothy, whose voice was clear and far-reaching, stood just below the stage at one side and read the explanation of what had been happening in the city.
Hamelin Town's in Brunswick, By famous Hanover city; The river Weser, deep and wide, Washes its wall on the southern side; A pleasanter spot you never spied; But, when begins my ditty, Almost five hundred years ago, To see the townsfolk suffer so From vermin, was a pity,
Rats!
They fought the dogs and killed the cats, And bit the babies in the cradles, And ate the cheeses out of the vats, And licked the soup from the cooks' own ladles, Split open the kegs of salted sprats Made nests inside men's Sunday hats, And even spoiled the women's chats By drowning their speaking With shrieking and squeaking In fifty different sharps and flats.
At last the people in a body To the Town Hall came flocking.
At this point the reading stopped and the action began. Roger, dressed as the Mayor in his mother's red flannel kimono banded with white stripes to which he had attached tiny black tails to give the effect of ermine, stalked in first. He wore a look of deep anxiety. Behind him came James and two of Roger's high school friends who represented members of the Corporation. They also were dressed in red robes but they did not attempt to equal the ermine elegance of the Mayor.
After the Mayor and Corporation came a body of the townspeople. They all appeared thoroughly enraged and as the city fathers took their seats at the council table in the centre of the room they railed at them.
FIRST CITIZEN. [_Tom, in rough brown jacket and baggy knee breeches, with long brown stockings and low shoes. He frowned savagely and growled in disgust._] "'Tis clear our Mayor's a noddy!"
SECOND CITIZEN. [_George Foster, dressed like Tom._]
"And as for our Corporation--shocking, To think we buy gowns lined with ermine For dolts that can't or won't determine What's best to rid us of our vermin!"
THIRD CITIZEN. [_Another high school boy. He was bent like a withered old man and spoke in a squeaky voice._]
"You hope because you're old and obese, To find in the furry civic robe ease?"
FIRST CITIZEN.
"Rouse up, sirs! Give your brains a racking To find the remedy we're lacking, Or, sure as fate, we'll send you packing."
THE MAYOR.
"For a guilder I'd my ermine gown sell, I wish I were a mile hence."
FIRST MEMBER OF THE CORPORATION. [_James._]
"It's easy to bid one rack one's brain-- I'm sure my poor head aches again, I've scratched it so and all in vain."
SECOND MEMBER OF THE CORPORATION.
"Oh, for a trap, a trap, a trap."
At this instant came a rap on the door. Helen did it, and a cry came from THE MAYOR.
"Bless us, what's that?"
FIRST MEMBER.
"Only a sc.r.a.ping of shoes on the mat?
Anything like the sound of a rat Makes my heart go pit-a-pat!"
THE MAYOR.
"Come in!"
In answer to this permission there entered Edward Watkins as the Pied Piper. He had dashed around to the back and slipped into his coat and Mrs.
Emerson had painted his face while the first words of the poem were being read. He was tall and thin with light hair, yet a swarthy complexion. He wore a queer long coat, half yellow and half red and around his neck a scarf of red and yellow in stripes to which was attached a tiny flute with which his fingers played as if he were eager to pipe upon it. He smiled winningly and the people crowded in the council chamber whispered, wondering who he was and why his attire was so curious.
FIRST CITIZEN.
"It's as my great-grandsire Starting up at the Trump of Doom's tone, Had walked this way from his painted tombstone."
THE PIED PIPER [_Edward Watkins_] advanced to the council table.
"Please your honors, I'm able By means of a secret charm to draw All creatures living beneath the sun, That creep or swim or fly or run, After me so as you never saw!
And I chiefly use my charm On creatures that do people harm, The mole and toad and newt and viper; And people call me the Pied Piper.
Yet, poor piper as I am, In Tartary I freed the Cham, Last June from his huge swarms of gnats; I eased in Asia the Nizam Of a monstrous brood of vampire bats: And as for what your brain bewilders If I can rid your town of rats Will you give me a thousand guilders?"
THE MAYOR AND CORPORATION TOGETHER.
"One? Fifty thousand!"
Then THE PIPER walked slowly across the stage, erect and smiling, and he piped a strange, simple tune on his flute. As he disappeared at one side the stage was darkened and at the back appeared a picture such as had been used in the tableau of the old ladies knitting. THE MAYOR and the CORPORATION and the townsfolk turned their back to the audience and gazed out through this window.