A House Party with the Tucker Twins. Speed Nell

Douglas Fairbanks is certainly hard on one's rags. Look, here's another tear! Another and another! I did that when the first darky squealed."

      Of course we went to bed giggling.

      "I wish Tweedles had seen you, but they would not have been willing to be mere audience. As for me, – I have no desire to be classified as a human fly. I wonder if we will hear some wild tale from those silly darkies."

      But Mary was fast asleep before she could express her opinion. I could not sleep until I got the following limerick out of my system:

The Human Fly

      Our Mary, an actress so flighty,

      Scaled a wall in her very best nighty.

      A nail proved a snag

      And tore her fine rag,

      She came back a la Aphrodite.

      CHAPTER VI

      "BIG MEETIN'"

      I awakened early the next morning in spite of having been manager of a movie studio at all hours of the night. Mary was sleeping heavily. After all, I fancy climbing up and down a brick wall is harder than merely watching someone else do it. She had a big scratch across her cheek and her thumb had bled on the pillow. She must have snagged it on the same nail she had her best nighty. I peeped out of my eastern window and found Dum Tucker was doing the same thing from hers.

      "Hello, honey! I'm so glad you're awake," she whispered. "Let's dress and go out."

      "Is Dee asleep?"

      "Sound! And the Lady Jessie is likewise snoozing, not looking nearly so pretty with her hair up in curl papers and her face greased with cold cream. I bet I can beat you dressing!"

      We sprang from our doors into the hall at the same time and feeling sure we were the only ones awake in all the great mansion, we had the never-to-be-scorned joy of sliding down the bannisters. I'd hate to think I could ever get so old I wouldn't like to slide down bannisters. Of course I know I shall some day get too old to do it, but not too old to want to.

      We ran out the great back door which opened on the formal garden.

      "My, I'm glad we waked! I was nearly dead to sit up all night," said Dum.

      "Me, too! Mary and I were awake very late. Did you hear anything?"

      "Did I!"

      "What did you hear?"

      "A strange scratching along the wall, – I thought it was a whole lot of snakes climbing up to our window. There is only one thing in the world I am afraid of, and that is snakes."

      "Mammy Susan says that 'endurin' of the war, they is sho' to be mo' snakes than in peaceable times.' Of course she has no idea that this war is away off across the water, and if it were inclined to breed snakes, it wouldn't breed them over here. But that snake you heard last night was Mary Flannagan scaling the wall. She is practicing all the time for the movies."

      "Pig, not to call us!"

      "I was dying to, but was afraid of raising too much rumpus."

      The garden was beautiful at all times, but at that early hour it was so lovely it made us gasp. A row of stately hollyhocks separated the flower garden from the vegetables. Banked against the hollyhocks were all kinds of old-fashioned garden flowers: bachelor's buttons, wall-flowers, pretty-by-nights, love-in-a-mist, heliotrope, verbena, etc. There was a thick border of periwinkle whose glossy dark green leaves enhanced the brilliancy of the plants beyond. One great strip was given up entirely to roses, – and such roses!