Our parts are best of all, and I want to do
them as well as we can for Jean's sake, she has taken so much
pains to write it up."
"Yes," added the captain ungratefully, "and I'd like to have you
try over that rushing out and tumbling down on top of me. The last
time you did it, you. nearly knocked the breath out of my body.
You'd better go a little slower, Poll, or you'll kill me as surely
as Jean would,--and I don't know but what her way would be about
as comfortable as yours."
"We've plenty of time and the house to ourselves," said Polly
meekly; "so we can try it over and over, till I get it right."
"What a prospect!" groaned Alan. "When we get through, you'll have
to take me to the hospital and put me in with those youngsters,
where I was to-day."
"All right," returned Polly, laughing; "but if I ever do kill you,
don't expect me to tell of it. Now let's come up into mamma's room
and dress in front of her long mirror."
The dressing was a prolonged and hilarious operation, for each in
turn helped the other to don his costume, stopping now and then to
burst out laughing at the results of their labors. Alan, it is
true, made a very attractive young captain, though, with a fine
disregard for dates, he was attired in the moth-eaten, faded
uniform with tarnished brass buttons and epaulettes which one of
his ancestors had worn during the Revolutionary War.
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