Stage Fright!

‘Don't worry,’ said Sophie winking at Cressie.
‘We've got a surprise for them if they do!’
‘It's five o'clock,’ said Cressida. ‘We ought to be
ready by six o'clock when the audience will start
turning up. Time to put on our costumes!’
Lou, Harry and Hen had brought all the costumes
across from the barn and Lou supervised the dressing.
They were just about to start adding face paint when
there was a knock on the door. It was Uncle Max.
‘Hello chaps! Thought you might like to use this.
A gift from me. Well the truth is the charming make
up artist at Stibblewick Theatre was having a clear
out and I exchanged this lot for ten jars of my
homemade jam, five pots of chutney and a barrel
load of apples. Cheerio chaps!’
Uncle Max disappeared as quickly as he had
appeared, leaving a large box on the doormat. The
girls carried it in and put it down on the kitchen table.
‘Open it! Open it!’ cried Abby excited.
Beaky lifted the lid. The box was jammed packed
with all sorts of bottles and brushes, lotions and
potions, pencils and powder puffs.
‘What is all this stuff ?’ asked Abby perplexed.
‘It’th make up,’ said Susie. ‘I know all about thith.
My mum hath tonth and tonth of make up.’
Lou was so excited she thought she might faint!
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