"
Daisy looked now.
"Aunt Felicia wants me to get up some tableaux."
"Some what?" said Daisy.
"Tableaux. — Tableaux vivants. Pictures, Daisy; made with
living people."
"What do you mean, Preston?"
"Why, we will choose some pictures, some of the prettiest
pictures we can find; and then we will dress up people to
represent all the figures, and place them just as the figures
are grouped in the engraving; and then they look like a most
beautiful large painted picture."
"But pictures do not move?"
"No more do the people. They hold still and do not stir, any
more than if they were not real."
"I should think they would look like people though, and not
like a picture," said Daisy. "No matter how still you were to
keep, I should never fancy you were painted."
"No," said Preston, laughing; "but you do not understand. The
room where the spectators are is darkened, and the lights for
the picture are all set on one side, just as the light comes
in the picture, and then it all looks just right. And the
picture is seen behind a frame, too, of the folding doors or
something."
Daisy sat looking at Preston, a little curious but not at all
excited.
"So I shall want your help, Daisy.
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