Margaret Vandercook

The Camp Fire Girls' Careers Margaret Vandercook

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.