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The
slippers
went
on
at
once
,
a
new
handkerchief
was
slipped
into
her
pocket
,
well
scented
with
Amy
’
s
cologne
,
the
rose
was
fastened
in
her
bosom
,
and
the
nice
gloves
were
pronounced
a
perfect
fit
.
There
was
a
good
deal
of
laughing
and
kissing
and
explaining
,
in
the
simple
,
loving
fashion
which
makes
these
home
festivals
so
pleasant
at
the
time
,
so
sweet
to
remember
long
afterward
,
and
then
all
fell
to
work
.
The
morning
charities
and
ceremonies
took
so
much
time
that
the
rest
of
the
day
was
devoted
to
preparations
for
the
evening
festivities
.
Being
still
too
young
to
go
often
to
the
theater
,
and
not
rich
enough
to
afford
any
great
outlay
for
private
performances
,
the
girls
put
their
wits
to
work
,
and
necessity
being
the
mother
of
invention
,
made
whatever
they
needed
.
Very
clever
were
some
of
their
productions
,
pasteboard
guitars
,
antique
lamps
made
of
old
-
fashioned
butter
boats
covered
with
silver
paper
,
gorgeous
robes
of
old
cotton
,
glittering
with
tin
spangles
from
a
pickle
factory
,
and
armor
covered
with
the
same
useful
diamond
shaped
bits
left
in
sheets
when
the
lids
of
preserve
pots
were
cut
out
.
The
big
chamber
was
the
scene
of
many
innocent
revels
.
No
gentleman
were
admitted
,
so
Jo
played
male
parts
to
her
heart
’
s
content
and
took
immense
satisfaction
in
a
pair
of
russet
leather
boots
given
her
by
a
friend
,
who
knew
a
lady
who
knew
an
actor
.
These
boots
,
an
old
foil
,
and
a
slashed
doublet
once
used
by
an
artist
for
some
picture
,
were
Jo
’
s
chief
treasures
and
appeared
on
all
occasions
.
The
smallness
of
the
company
made
it
necessary
for
the
two
principal
actors
to
take
several
parts
apiece
,
and
they
certainly
deserved
some
credit
for
the
hard
work
they
did
in
learning
three
or
four
different
parts
,
whisking
in
and
out
of
various
costumes
,
and
managing
the
stage
besides
.
It
was
excellent
drill
for
their
memories
,
a
harmless
amusement
,
and
employed
many
hours
which
otherwise
would
have
been
idle
,
lonely
,
or
spent
in
less
profitable
society
.
On
Christmas
night
,
a
dozen
girls
piled
onto
the
bed
which
was
the
dress
circle
,
and
sat
before
the
blue
and
yellow
chintz
curtains
in
a
most
flattering
state
of
expectancy
.
There
was
a
good
deal
of
rustling
and
whispering
behind
the
curtain
,
a
trifle
of
lamp
smoke
,
and
an
occasional
giggle
from
Amy
,
who
was
apt
to
get
hysterical
in
the
excitement
of
the
moment
.
Presently
a
bell
sounded
,
the
curtains
flew
apart
,
and
the
operatic
tragedy
began
.
"
A
gloomy
wood
,
"
according
to
the
one
playbill
,
was
represented
by
a
few
shrubs
in
pots
,
green
baize
on
the
floor
,
and
a
cave
in
the
distance
.
This
cave
was
made
with
a
clothes
horse
for
a
roof
,
bureaus
for
walls
,
and
in
it
was
a
small
furnace
in
full
blast
,
with
a
black
pot
on
it
and
an
old
witch
bending
over
it
.
The
stage
was
dark
and
the
glow
of
the
furnace
had
a
fine
effect
,
especially
as
real
steam
issued
from
the
kettle
when
the
witch
took
off
the
cover
.
A
moment
was
allowed
for
the
first
thrill
to
subside
,
then
Hugo
,
the
villain
,
stalked
in
with
a
clanking
sword
at
his
side
,
a
slouching
hat
,
black
beard
,
mysterious
cloak
,
and
the
boots
.
After
pacing
to
and
fro
in
much
agitation
,
he
struck
his
forehead
,
and
burst
out
in
a
wild
strain
,
singing
of
his
hatred
for
Roderigo
,
his
love
for
Zara
,
and
his
pleasing
resolution
to
kill
the
one
and
win
the
other
.
The
gruff
tones
of
Hugo
’
s
voice
,
with
an
occasional
shout
when
his
feelings
overcame
him
,
were
very
impressive
,
and
the
audience
applauded
the
moment
he
paused
for
breath
.
Bowing
with
the
air
of
one
accustomed
to
public
praise
,
he
stole
to
the
cavern
and
ordered
Hagar
to
come
forth
with
a
commanding
,
"
What
ho
,
minion
!
I
need
thee
!
"
Out
came
Meg
,
with
gray
horsehair
hanging
about
her
face
,
a
red
and
black
robe
,
a
staff
,
and
cabalistic
signs
upon
her
cloak
.
Hugo
demanded
a
potion
to
make
Zara
adore
him
,
and
one
to
destroy
Roderigo
.
Hagar
,
in
a
fine
dramatic
melody
,
promised
both
,
and
proceeded
to
call
up
the
spirit
who
would
bring
the
love
philter
.
Hither
,
hither
,
from
thy
home
,
