"
"Contributions, Preston?"
"Of people, Daisy. People for the tableaux, We must have all
we can muster."
"I can't see how you will make Theresa Stanfield look like
that."
"I cannot," said Preston, laughing, — "but Mrs. Sandford will
do part, and Theresa herself will do the other part. She will
bring her face round, you will see. The thing is, who will be
that ugly old woman who is looking at the queen with such eyes
of coarse fury — I think I shall have to be that old woman."
"You, Preston!" And Daisy went off into a fit of amusement.
"Can you make your eyes look with coarse fury?"
"You shall see. That's a good part. I should not like to trust
it to anybody else. Alexander and Hamilton Rush will have to
be the Queen's guards — how we want Ransom! Charley Linwood is
too small. There's George, though."
"What does that woman look at the queen so for?"
"Wants to see her head come down — which it did soon after."
"Her head come down?"
"It had come down pretty well then, when the proud, beautiful
queen was exposed to the looks and insults of the rabble. But
they wanted to see it come down on the scaffold."
"What had she been doing, to make them hate her?"
"She had been a queen; — and they had made up their minds that
nobody ought to be queen, or anything else but rabble; so her
head must come off.
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