We came to terms. If I would let him have a day or two's fun with his
gun, Philip promised to "spurt," as he called it, at the end. I told
him we would be content if he would join in a "thorough rehearsal,"
the afternoon before, and devote himself to the business on the day of
the performance.
"Real business, you know," I added, "with nobody but ourselves. Nobody
coming in to interrupt."
"Of course," said Philip; "but I'll do more than that, Isobel. There's
the scene--"
"_We'll_ finish the scene," said I, "if you don't aggravate Alice so
that I lose her help as well as yours."
Alice was very sulky, which I could hardly wonder at, and I worked
alone, except for Bobby, the only one with anything like a good temper
among us, who roasted himself very patiently with my size-pot, and
hammered bits of ivy, and of his fingers, rather neatly over the cave.
But Alice was impulsive and kind-hearted. When I got a bad headache,
from working too long, she came round, and helped me. Philip was
always going to do so, but as a matter of fact he went out every day
with the old fowling-piece for which he had given his dressing case.
When the ice bore Charles also deserted us, but Alice and I worked
steadily on at dresses and scenery.
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