Bev?
Fair. She came near it, didn't she, Bev? But you couldn't really
guess, not if you tried all night.
Bev. Remember you promised not to say a word to any one.
Char. I promise. But really I can't wait another minute; do tell
me, quick.
Bev (who is searching behind a bush near the house). I say, Fair,
where'd you put it? 'Twas here last night.
Fair. I found Cupid digging round that bush and I knew he'd find
it and tell, so I hid it here. (She reaches under the steps, drawing out
a small paper parcel. She unrolls the paper, drawing out the half
finished coat of a boy's uniform. It is made from pale-blue flannel,
very soft, and evidently from some dress of her own. The armlets are
embroidered in red cotton). Here it is. Now guess, Charlotte, before we
tell you?
Char. I've seen the cloth before--the dress you had last winter.
But what--I don't quite see--what is it now?
Bev (who has been trying to contain himself, comes nearer,
speaking in a glad, excited voice). It's my uniform. I'm going to fight
before so very long, and Fair is making it for me.
Char (taking the little coat tenderly in her hands). But your
mother, Bev!
Fair. Oh, we're going to tell her, but not now. She'll let Bev go
when he is needed, and so I am making this to have it ready.
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