e wouldn't have been punished if you had spoken right
out, Tommy, and had said that it was your fault."

"Aw--yes, she would, too," stammered Tommy.

"I never could stand a coward," was Judy's fling, and at that Tommy
subsided.

Behind the scenes Anne, in an entrancing trailing gown of pale blue
with pearls wound in her long fair braids was trying to get Jimmie
Jones to shut his eyes without opening his mouth.

"But I always sleep with my mouth open," persisted Jimmie, who, in
spite of his yellow curls and his page's costume of green satire was at
heart just plain boy.

"Well, you shouldn't," scolded Anne, as she tripped over her train.
"You will simply spoil the picture. Just see how nice Judy and Amelia
and Nannie look."

On the couch lay Judy all in soft, shining, satiny white, her dark hair
spreading over the pillow, and one hand under her cheek; and at each
end, Nannie and Amelia, in rose color and in violet, blissfully happy,
and, though their eyes were closed, wide awake to the charms of the
situation.

"Now--ready," whispered Anne, as Dr. Grennell's fine voice rolled out
the last lines of the "Prologue." "Now--" and the curtain went up on
"The Sleeping Princess."

Jimmie's mouth flew open and Amelia smiled, but little cared the gaping
audience for such trifles. Breathless they stared as one scene
followed another. Launcelot was a Prince that set all the little
girls' hearts a-flutter, as he knelt beside the couch, with a great
bunch of dewy roses in his arms, which, in the next picture, lay all
scattered over Judy, when she waked and gazed at him dreamily. Jimmie
came out strongly at this point, with a prodigious yawn that almost
broke him in two, and was so expressive of great weariness that little
Bobbie Green, his bosom friend, was carried away by the realism of it,
and asked in awe, "Did he really sleep a hundred years?" and was not
quite brought back to earth by Tommy Tolliver's exclamation, "Why you
saw him awake this morning, Bobbie, didn't you?"

The Prince and the Princess went away together at last; she with a long
velvet cloak covering the whiteness of her gown, and a hat with white
plumes, and he with a sword at his side, that made Tommy Tolliver turn
green with envy.

Jimmie Jones came down and sat by Bobbie Green during the intermission,
in which lemonade was passed and the pictures discussed.

Bobbie gazed upon him as one who has come from a strange country.

"Say, say," he wh