The captain and his bride knelt again,
while the queen not only gave him the royal accolade and dubbed
him Sir John, but went on to extend the ceremony to his devoted
wife, and saluted her as "My Lady Pocahontas, the fairest savage
in all London town." Then the royal pair stepped down from the
throne and, joining hands with My Lord, My Lady, and the maids,
and escorted by the British Lion who amiably wagged his tail in
token of approval, they advanced and bowed low to the audience as
the curtain fell on the play. The applause was enthusiastic and
prolonged, and the actors were rejoicing in their success when, as
the clapping of hands died away, Aunt Jane's voice was heard,
solemnly remarking,--
"Well, I do hope those children realize that all this story about
Pocahontas has been proved to be entirely without foundation. It
seems to me a great waste of time to get up a play that hasn't a
word of truth in it."
"Isn't that just like Aunt Jane!" whispered Pocahontas in disgust.
"I wonder if she'd have liked it any better, if we'd acted out all
about her and her Mr. Baxter."
A few moments later, the actors appeared, all in costume, to bring
small trays laden with good things for the refreshment of their
guests, and to receive congratulations on their play.
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