[Gutenberg 36229] • The Camp Fire Girls' Careers

[Gutenberg 36229] • The Camp Fire Girls' Careers

The entire theater was in darkness but for a single light burning at one corner of the bare stage, where stood a man and girl. "Now once more, Miss Polly, please," the man said encouragingly. "That last try had a bit more life in it. Only do remember that you are supposed to be amusing, and don't wear such a tragic expression." Then a stiff figure, very young, very thin, and with a tense white face, moved backward half a dozen steps, only to stumble awkwardly forward the next instant with both hands pressed tight together.

"I can't-I can't find it," she began uncertainly, "I have searched--" Lifting her eyes at this moment to her companion's, Polly O'Neill burst into tears.