“But it’s very nice,” said Lucile, not wanting Charlie’s feelings to be hurt.  “Only you aren’t going to charge twenty-five dollars to come to the show, are you?” she asked with a smile.

“Oh, no, that ought to be twenty-five cents,” said Charlie, “only I made a mistake.  Or else Harry Bentley did.  He helped me set the type.”

“Where did you get the printing press?” asked Mart.

“It’s one my father had when he was a little boy,” answered Charlie.  “He had it put away in the attic, and he always said I could take it when I got old enough.  So I asked him for it to-day.

“He said I wasn’t quite old enough, but when I told him about the show we’re going to have for the Blind Home he said he guessed I could print the tickets.  So I set up the type.  Harry helped me, and when we get it fixed right I’ll print all the tickets for nothing.”

“That will be very nice,” said Mrs. Brown, who came in to look at what Charlie had brought over.  “You did very well for the first time, I think.”

I suppose you children can see where Charlie made the mistakes in setting up the type.  But with the help of his father he corrected them, and when the tickets were printed for the show they were all right, even to the price to get in, which was twenty-five cents.

But of course I haven’t really reached the show part of this story yet.  I just thought I’d mention the tickets.  There was still much to be done before Bunny, Sue, and the other children were ready for the first act of the play, “Down on the Farm.”

Mr. Treadwell gave a great deal of his time to telling the boys and girls what to do, and in going over the little farm play.  All the time he could spare away from Mr. Brown’s office the actor gave to the show.  If you have ever been in a play you know how often you must do the same thing over.  Finally the time comes when you are as nearly perfect as possible.  It was that way with Bunny and Sue.  Sometimes they were tired of saying over and over again such things as:  “Here come a tramp!” or “Let’s call Snap, he’ll make the tramp go away!”

Those were only two “lines” in the play, but these, as well as others, had to be said over and over again, until Mr. Treadwell was sure the children would not forget.

Mart and Lucile, also, had to practice their parts, but as the boy and girl actor and actress had been in plays before, it was not so hard for them.  And though the two little strangers gave much of their time to getting ready for the performance they still had hours when they thought of their missing relations—­Uncle Bill, Uncle Simon and Aunt Sallie.

For, though many letters had been written by Mr. Brown and Mr. Treadwell, no answers had come, and at times Lucile and Mart were very sad.

But no one could be sad very long when they were near Bunny Brown and his sister Sue.  These two were always doing such funny things and saying such funny things that Mart and Lucile laughed more often than they were sad.