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56 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1917
Carol took a deep breath, flung back her head, and sprinted out into the moonlight, calling over her shoulder, "Daddy! Daddy! I have won! Here is the place!"If all you get from that is that Margaret's a part good enough for the protagonist of a novel, along with an emphasis on lighting and an evil wood, you've got the gist of it.
She was dimly aware as she made her entrance that somebody was doing something to the lights. The tree, as she approached it, glimmered with an increased, dazzling brilliance, and a moment later a soft spotlight fell upon her, following her, so that wherever she went the eerie sinister green of the wood was blotted out by radiance.
The scene is a darkened room, which the curtain reveals so stealthily that if there was a mouse on the stage it is there still. Our object is to catch our two chief characters unawares; they are Darkness and Light.I know this isn't as famous as Peter Pan - no movie or Broadway musical about the writing of this one! - but Dear Brutus is funny and smart and beautifully written, and just a little bit devastating. Which means I like it much more than I've ever liked Peter Pan.
The room is so obscure as to be invisible, but at the back of the obscurity are French windows, through which is seen Lob's garden bathed in moon-shine. The Darkness and Light, which this room and garden represent, are very still, but we should feel that it is only the pause in which old enemies regard each other before they come to the grip. The moonshine stealing about among the flowers, to give them their last instructions, has left a smile upon them, but it is a smile with a menace in it for the dwellers in darkness. What we expect to see next is the moonshine slowly pushing the windows open, so that it may whisper to a confederate in the house, whose name is Lob. But though we may be sure that this was about to happen it does not happen; a stir among the dwellers in darkness prevents it.
These unsuspecting ones are in the dining-room, and as a communicating door opens we hear them at play. Several tenebrious shades appear in the lighted doorway and hesitate on the two steps that lead down into the unlit room. The fanciful among us may conceive a rustle at the same moment among the flowers. The engagement has begun, though not in the way we had intended.

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JOANNA A strange experiment, Matey; does it ever have any permanent effect?
MATEY (on whom it has had none) So far as I know, not often, miss; but, I believe, once in a while.