"
"Yes, I know; but we're not going to do anything like _that_! Papa
wouldn't let us."
"No, I suppose not," and Alice sighed as though she really wanted to
indulge in some such daring "stunt" as a bridge leap.
"I know one part you're going to have, Ruth," went on Alice, as she
surveyed herself in the glass.
"What is it?" asked Ruth, eagerly. "Shall I like it?"
"I think you will, dear. It's laid in an old mill--there is one on
Oak Farm, I believe. You're to be imprisoned in it, and your lover
rides up--probably on one of those silly milk-white steeds I object
to--and rescues you--breaks down the door in fact--and gets you just
as you are about to be bound on the mill wheel."
"Really, Alice?" cried Ruth, clasping her hands in delight, for she
dearly loved a romantic role.
"Really and truly--truly rural, I call it."
"How did you hear of it?"
"Oh, I overheard daddy and Mr. Pertell talking about it. Mr. Pertell
asked daddy if he'd object to your taking a part like that."
"And what did dad say?"
"Oh, he agreed to it, as long as you weren't in danger. But I want
something funny. I believe I'm to be a sort of 'cut-up' country maid,
in some of the plays. I'm to upset the milk pails, tie a tin can to
the calf's tail, hide under the sofa, when your country 'beaus' come
to see you, and all that.
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