Apples, Ripe and Rosy, Sir by Mary Catherine Crowley
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Marion Gaines, the leading spirit of the graduating class.
The proposition was received with enthusiasm, and Mother Rosalie was applied to for permission. "Yes," she answered, "you have my consent to your plan; but on one condition--that you arrange the drama and drill the children yourselves. It will be good practice for you in the art of composition; and, by teaching others, you will prove whether or not you have profited by Professor Willet's lessons in elocution." The Graduates were delighted. "That is just like Mother Rosalie," said Marion. "She is willing to trust us, and leaves us to our own resources, so that if we succeed all the credit will be ours. Now we must draw up a plan. Shall we decide upon a plot, and then each work out a portion of it?" "Oh, dear, I never could think of anything!" declared one. "I should not know how to manage the dialogue. My characters would be perfect sticks," added a second. "I can't even write an interesting letter," lamented some one else. "I respectfully suggest that Marion and Ellen be requested to compose the drama," said the first speaker, with mock ceremony. "I agree with all my heart!" cried one. |
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