p up suddenly, and make a nice little funny face as you have seen
Johnnie do."

Now, Nan was a most observant child, and had taken careful notes of
Johnnie's performance, which she very much admired; so, although her
heart beat very quickly, she bobbed up just at the right minute with
such a comical expression that there was a burst of applause, and "Well
done, Nan!" from the company.

Happy Nan! They put a scarlet cloak on her, very full in the neck, and
a queer little tow wig with a top-knot, and painted a red patch on each
cheek; and there she was, a member of the wax-works, and the happiest
little soul in the county.

She was to be a wax-work! The honour was almost too much, and the only
drawback was poor Johnnie's disappointment. She thought of that,
driving home that evening, and was so quiet that Fraulein thought she
was asleep, but she was only resolving that she would offer Johnnie her
spotted guinea-pig to make up.

So the eventful evening came, and everything was wonderfully successful;
Mrs Jarley's wax-works was considered the best thing that had been seen
in the village for years, and everyone laughed very much. Nan did her
very best to make a good Jack, and though she got very cramped in the
tub, before her turn came to be exhibited, she made some most agile
springs, and was heartily applauded. Then the Vicar of Ripley made a
speech and thanked the performers, and all the people cheered, and then
everyone, including the wax-works, sang "God save the Queen," and the
entertainment was over.

There was a great bustling and chattering afterwards in the green-room,
where the actors were trying to find cloaks and shawls and hats, for
they were all to go to Mr Chorley's to supper, and no one seemed able
to get hold of the right things.

Fraulein was fussing about her overshoes which she had lost, and there
was a general struggle and confusion. Nan stood in a corner in her
quaint little dress, waiting for someone to wrap her up, and at last her
sister Sophy saw her.

"Why! There you are, you quiet little Nan," she said, "I will find your
hood if I can. Here it is, and here is a shawl." She bundled the child
up warmly, and kissed her. "You were a jolly little Jack," she went on,
"and now you are to go home with cousin Annie and sleep at her house
to-night. Run into the school-room and find her."

Cousin Annie was the Vicar of Ripley's wife, and had a little girl of
Nan's own age, so it was a gr