Bunny and Sue had about learned their parts now, and so had most of the
other children. Some were slower than others, and had to be told over
and over again what to do. But, on the whole, Mr. Treadwell said he was
well pleased.
School would close for the holidays a week before Christmas, and then
there would be more time to rehearse. Meanwhile Bunny, Sue, and their
friends had fun on the snow and ice as well as in practicing for the
show.
Each day Mart and Lucile anxiously waited for the mail, to see if there
were any replies to the letters sent out, seeking news of their uncles
and their aunt. But no word came.
"I don't believe we'll ever hear," said Lucile with a sigh.
"It doesn't seem so," agreed her brother. "I guess we'll soon have to
begin looking for another place with some show company on the road. I
have almost enough money saved to take us to New York."
"Oh, but we can't let you go yet a while," said; Mr. Brown. "I'm sure
we'll get some word of your relatives some day. Meanwhile, we are glad
to have you stay with us. I like to have you work for me, Mart."
"Well, I'm glad to work, of course. But I feel that the theater is the
place where I belong. Of course, it's harder work than in your office,
but it's what my sister and I have been brought up to."
"I'm not going to hold you back," said Mr.
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