the Farm?'"

"Yes, I am! I am! So'm I!" came the answers, and Mart laughed and put
his hands over his ears.

"I guess we'll have plenty of actors and actresses," he said. "Mr.
Treadwell will be out here this afternoon and tell you something of the
little play he is going to write for you--for all of us, in fact, for my
sister and I are going to be in it with you. But now suppose I tell you
a little about a stage, and how to come on and go off."

"Is Bunny going to get stuck again?" asked Sue. "If he is I'm going to
tell mother so she can help get him out."

"No, I won't get in the trough again," said Bunny. "I only did it now to
see if I'd fit. And I don't--very well," he added.

Then Mart told Bunny, Sue, and the others something about how a stage in
a theater is set, and something about the proper way to come on and go
off. A little later Lucile also came out to the garage and she drilled
the girls in a little dance they were to give.

Then the two young performers showed the others how the stage scenery
was set up to look as real as possible from the front.

"Where are you going to give your play?" asked Mart, as they all sat
down to rest.

"Oh, we don't know, yet," said Bunny. "I guess we won't have it until
around Christmas, and by then my father will think up some place for
us."

"Couldn't we have it up here?" asked Sadie West. "All the scenery is
here."

"Oh, there isn't room," said Lucile. "We have to have a stage, and then
there is no place up here for the audience to sit. And there isn't any
use in giving a play unless you have an audience. That's half the fun.
What are you going to do with all the money you make, Bunny Brown?" she
asked the little chap.

"Oh, I--I guess we'll give it to mother's Red Cross," he answered. "But
first we've got to find out what sort of acts we can give. Our dog
Splash is a good actor--he was in our circus."

"I guess Mr. Treadwell can work Splash into the play in some way," said
Mart. "We'll ask him."

That afternoon the actor gathered the children around him, out in the
loft over the garage, and, by questioning them, he found out what each
one could do best. Some could recite little verses, others could sing
and some could dance.

"Can't I have my trained white mice in the play?" asked Will Laydon.
"They twirl around on a wire wheel and one of 'em stands up on his hind
legs."

"Well, perhaps we can use them," said the actor. "Now I'll tell you a
little abou