about good drawing and good clothes.  His glue-kettles and size-pots were always steaming, his paint was on many and more inappropriate objects than the canvas.  A shilling’s-worth of gilding powder went such a long way that we had not only golden crowns and golden sceptres, and golden chains for our dungeon, and golden wings for our fairies, but the nursery furniture became irregularly and unintentionally gilded, as well as nurse’s stuff dress, when she sat on a warrior’s shield, which was drying in the rocking-chair.

But these were small matters.  Philip gave us a wonderful account of the “properties” he had made for school theatricals.  A dragon painted to the life, and with matches so fixed into the tip of him that the boy who acted as the life and soul of this ungainly carcase could wag a fiery tail before the amazed audience, by striking it on that particular scale of his dragon’s skin which was made of sand-paper.  Rabbit-skin masks, cotton-wool wigs and wigs of tow, seven-league boots, and witches’ hats, thunder with a tea-tray, and all the phases of the moon with a moderator lamp—­with all these things Philip enriched the school theatre, though for some time he would not take so much trouble for our own.

But during this last half he had written me three letters—­and three very kind ones.  In the latest he said that—­partly because he had been making some things for us, and partly because of changes in the school-theatrical affairs—­he should bring home with him a box of very valuable “properties” for our use at Christmas.  He charged me at once to prepare a piece which should include a prince disguised as a woolly beast on two legs with large fore-paws (easily shaken off), a fairy godmother with a tow wig and the highest hat I could ever hope to see, a princess turned into a willow-tree (painted from memory of the old one at home), and with fine gnarls and knots, through which the princess could see everything, and prompt (if needful), a disconsolate parent, and a faithful attendant, to be acted by one person, with as many belated travellers as the same actor could personate into the bargain.  These would all be eaten up by the dragon at the right wing, and re-enter more belated than ever at the left, without stopping longer than was required to roll a peal of thunder at the back.  The fifth and last character was to be the dragon himself.  The forest scene would be wanted, and I was to try and get an old cask for a cave.

I must explain that I was not expected to write a play.  We never took the trouble to “learn parts.”  We generally took some story which pleased us out of Grimm’s Fairy Tales or the Arabian Nights, and arranged for the various scenes.  We each had a copy of the arrangement, and our proper characters were assigned to us.  After this we did the dialogue as if it had been a charade.  We were well accustomed to act together, and could trust each other and ourselves.  Only Alice’s brilliancy ever took us by surprise.