"Where on earth did you get hold of that?"
"We're going to use it for acting," said Kathleen, on the desperate
inspiration of the moment. "It's lent me for that."
"You might show me, miss," suggested Eliza.
"Oh, please not!" said Kathleen, standing in front of the chair in
her nightgown. "You shall see us act when we are dressed up.
There! And you won't tell anyone, will you?"
"Not if you're a good little girl," said Eliza. "But you be sure to let
me see when you do dress up. But where"
Here a bell rang and Eliza had to go, for it was the postman, and
she particularly wanted to see him.
"And now," said Kathleen, pulling on her first stocking, "we shall
have to do the acting. Everything seems very difficult."
"Acting isn't," said Mabel; and an unsupported stocking waved in
the air and quickly vanished. "I shall love it.,"
"You forget," said Kathleen gently, "invisible actresses can't take
part in plays unless they're magic ones."
"Oh," cried a voice from under a petticoat that hung in the air, "I've
got such an idea!"
"Tell it us after breakfast," said Kathleen, as the water in the basin
began to splash about and to drip from nowhere back into itself.
"And oh! I do wish you hadn't written such whoppers to your aunt.
I'm sure we oughtn't to tell lies for anything."
"What's the use of telling the truth if nobody believes you?" came
from among the splashes
"I don't know," said Kathleen, "but I'm sure we ought to tell the
truth.
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