Mr. Treadwell also made some big posters, telling about the show.  These posters were hung in the window of the barber shop, and one was tacked up in the railroad station and another on Mr. Brown’s dock office.

Everything was being made ready for the show which would be given Christmas afternoon.  The children could hardly wait for the time to come, but, of course, they had to.  Meanwhile, they had as much fun as they could when they were not at school or practicing their parts in the new hall built over the hardware store.

“How happy we could be living here and going to take part in a nice play if we only knew where our people were,” said Lucile to her brother Mart one day.

“Yes, that’s all we need to make us quite happy,” said he.  “But I guess we’ll never see our uncles or Aunt Sallie again.  Why, we haven’t even heard from Mr. Jackson since our vaudeville show busted up.

“Well, I’m going to write just one more letter,” went on Mart, and he got out pen, ink, and paper.  “I’m going to write to that man in New York who used to act in the same play with Uncle Simon.  Mr. Treadwell found that man’s address the other day, and I’m going to write to him.  He may know where Uncle Simon and Aunt Sallie are.”

“Does he know where Uncle Bill is?” asked.  Lucile.

“I don’t know.  I’ll ask him,” decided Mart.

When the letter had been written Bunny and Sue came in from school.  It was snowing again, and the ground was white with the beautiful flakes.  The coats of Bunny and Sue were also covered, for they had been throwing snowballs at one another.  Their cheeks were red and their eyes sparkling.

“Want to walk down the street with me while I mail this letter?” asked Mart of the two children.

“Oh, yes!” cried Sue.

“Can’t we go in the pony sled?” Bunny asked.  “There’s enough snow to make it slip easy now.”

“Yes, I guess we could go in the pony sled,” agreed Mart.  “And we can stop at Mr. Winkler’s and ask Mr. Treadwell, if he’s at home, if he wants us to come to rehearsal to-night.”

Soon Bunny, Sue, Mart, and Lucile were riding down the street in the pony sled, having a fine time in the snow storm.  It was quite a heavy fall of snow, but the weather was not very cold.

After mailing the letter the four children drove to the home of Mr. Winkler.

“I hope the monkey does something queer,” said Bunny.

“I wish the parrot would sing a funny song!” exclaimed Sue.

“Something seems to be the matter, anyhow,” said Lucile, as they got out of the little sled and walked toward the front door of Mr. Winkler’s house, where the actor boarded.  “Look at Miss Winkler running around,” and she pointed to the sister of the old sailor.  Miss Winkler could be seen hurrying about the room from one window to another.

“Do you want us all to come to practice to-night, Mr. Treadwell?” asked Mart, as he and the children entered the house and saw the actor hurrying around after Miss Winkler.