'Now let us settle the interior, or I shall go mad.'
'Bell and I have it all settled,' said Geoffrey, promptly. 'The
background is to be made of three sheets hung over a line, and the
two sides will be formed of canvas carpets; the walls will have
Japanese fans, parasols, and--'
'Jupiter!' exclaimed Jack, who, as knight of the brush, felt
compelled to be artistic. 'Imagine a ducal palace, in the year so
many hundred and something, decorated with Japanese bric-a-brac! I
blush for you.'
'Now, Jack, we might as well drop the whole play as begin to think of
the 'nakkeronisms,' or whatever the word is. I have got to wear an
old white wrapper to the wrestling-match, but I don't complain,' said
Polly.
Just here Bell ran back from the kitchen, exclaiming:
'I have secured Pancho for Charles the Wrestler. Oh, he was
fearfully obstinate! but when I told him he would only be on the
stage two minutes, and would not have to speak a word, but just let
Geoff throw him, he consented. Isn't that good? Did you decide
about the decorations?'
'It will have to be just as we suggested,' answered Margery. 'Fans,
parasols, flowers, and leaves, with the madrono-wood furniture
scattered about, sheep-skins, etc.'
'A few venison rugs, I presume you mean,' said Geoffrey, slyly.
'Say, Polly, omit the cold cream for once, will you? You don't want
to outshine everybody.'
'Thank you,' she replied. 'I will endeavour to take care of my own
complexion, if you will allow me.
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