Mother Atkinson put on her apron , turned up her sleeves , and fell to work as gaily as if in her own kitchen , boiling the kettle slung on three sticks , over a fire of cones and fir boughs ; while the girls spread the mossy table with a feast of country goodies , and the children tumbled about in everyone 's way till the toot of the horn made them settle down like a flock of hungry birds . As soon as the merry meal and a brief interval of repose were over , it was unanimously voted to have some charades . A smooth , green spot between two stately pines was chosen for the stage ; shawls hung up , properties collected , audience and actors separated , and a word quickly chosen . The first scene discovered Mac in a despondent attitude and shabby dress , evidently much troubled in mind . To him entered a remarkable creature with a brown paper bag over its head . A little pink nose peeped through one hole in the middle , white teeth through another , and above two eyes glared fiercely . Spires of grass stuck in each side of the mouth seemed meant to represent whiskers ; the upper corners of the bag were twisted like ears , and no one could doubt for a moment that the black scarf pinned on behind was a tail . This singular animal seemed in pantomime to be comforting his master and offering advice , which was finally acted upon , for Mac pulled off his boots , helped the little beast into them , and gave him a bag ; then , kissing his paw , with a hopeful gesture , the creature retired , purring so successfully that there was a general cry of `` Cat , puss , boots ! '' `` Cat is the word , '' replied a voice , and the curtain fell . The next scene was a puzzler , for in came another animal , on all-fours this time , with a new sort of tail and long ears . A gray shawl concealed its face , but an inquisitive sunbeam betrayed the glitter as of goggles under the fringe . On its back rode a small gentleman in Eastern costume , who appeared to find some difficulty in keeping his seat as his steed jogged along . Suddenly a spirit appeared , all in white , with long newspaper wings upon its back and golden locks about its face . Singularly enough , the beast beheld this apparition and backed instantly , but the rider evidently saw nothing and whipped up unmercifully , also unsuccessfully , for the spirit stood directly in the path , and the amiable beast would not budge a foot . A lively skirmish followed , which ended in the Eastern gentleman being upset into a sweet-fern bush , while the better bred animal abased itself before the shining one . The children were all in the dark till Mother Atkinson said , in an inquiring tone , `` If that is n't Balaam and the ass , I 'd like to know what it is . Rose makes a sweet angel , does n't she ? '' `` Ass '' was evidently the word , and the angel retired , smiling with mundane satisfaction over the compliment that reached her ears . The next was a pretty little scene from the immortal story of `` Babes in the Wood . '' Jamie and Pokey came trotting in , hand in hand , and , having been through the parts many times before , acted with great ease and much fluency , audibly directing each other from time to time as they went along .
The berries were picked , the way lost , tears shed , baby consolation administered , and then the little pair lay down among the brakes and died with their eyes wide open and the toes of their four little boots XXXXX up to the daisies in the most pathetic manner .
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