No, not that sneering one; the other."
Rupert threw back his head and laughed heartily. "Better let him alone,
Ricky. After all, it's _his_ face."
"I'm glad that someone has pointed out that fact," Val said stiffly,
"because--"
"Oh, be quiet!" Charity leaned forward across the table. "Yes," she
nodded, "you'll do."
"For what?" Val asked, slightly apprehensive.
"For my hero. Of course your hair is too short and you are rather too
youthful, but I can disguise those points. And," she turned upon Ricky,
"you can be the lady in distress. Which gives me another idea. Do you
suppose that I might use your terrace for a background and have that big
chair, the one with the high back?" she asked Rupert.
"You may have anything you want within these walls," he answered lightly
enough, but it was clear that he really meant it.
"What am I supposed to do?" Val asked.
Charity considered. "I think I'll try the action one first," she said
half to herself. "That's going to be the most difficult. Ricky, will you
send one of Lucy's children over with me to help carry back the costumes
and my material--" She was already at the door.
"Val and I will go instead," Ricky replied.
Some twenty minutes later Val was handed a suitcase and told to use the
contents to cover his back. Having doubts of the wisdom of the whole
affair, he went reluctantly upstairs to obey.
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