Miss Marrable was that hardest of all born tyrants--an only child. She
had never granted a constitutional privilege to her oppressed father
and mother since the time when she cut her first tooth. Her seventeenth
birthday was now near at hand; she had decided on celebrating it by
acting a play; had issued her orders accordingly; and had been obeyed
by her docile parents as implicitly as usual. Mrs. Marrable gave up the
drawing-room to be laid waste for a stage and a theater. Mr. Marrable
secured the services of a respectable professional person to drill the
young ladies and gentlemen, and to accept all the other responsibilities
incidental to creating a dramatic world out of a domestic chaos. Having
further accustomed themselves to the breaking of furniture and the
staining of walls--to thumping, tumbling, hammering, and screaming; to
doors always banging, and to footsteps perpetually running up and down
stairs--the nominal master and mistress of the house fondly believed
that their chief troubles were over. Innocent and fatal delusion! It is
one thing in private society to set up the stage and choose the play--it
is another thing altogether to find the actors.
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