The theatre wherein was
enacted1 the “Donkey's Skin,” very much
amplified2 and more elaborate, had now a permanent place in my aunt Claire's room. Little Jeanne, more interested in it since the additions to the scenery and the text, came over oftener; she painted backgrounds under my direction, and the moments I enjoyed most were those in which I impressed her with my great superiority. We had now a box full of characters, each with a name and a role; and the fantastic processions were made up of
regiments3 of monsters, beasts and
gnomes4 made out of plaster and painted with water colors.
I recall our delight and enthusiasm when we tried for the first time the effect of a
scenic5 background which we had made to represent the “void of heaven.” Delicate
rosy6 clouds,
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