[Footnote 29: Maurice Sand, _The History of the Harlequinade_, London, 1915, Vol. I, p. 219.]
[Footnote 30: _Mon Ami Pierrot._ _Songs and Fantasies_, compiled by Kendall Banning, Chicago, 1917. This book presents the Pierrot of modern poetry and drama.]
A one-act farce, _The Quod Wrangle_, is the only other published play of Oliphant Down's. Its plot, as outlined in _The London Times_ of March 4, 1914, reminds one strongly of O. Henry's _The Cop and the Anthem_.
[Illustration: _The Maker of Dreams_ at The Neighborhood Playhouse, designed by Aline Bernstein.]
_Evening. A room in an old cottage, with walls of dark oak, lit only by the moonlight that peers through the long, low casement-window at the back, and the glow from the fire that is burning merrily on the spectator's left. A cobbled street can be seen outside, and a door to the right of the window opens directly on to it. Opposite the fire is a kitchen dresser with cups and plates twinkling in the firelight. A high-backed oak settle, as though afraid of the cold moonlight, has turned its back on the window and warms its old timbers at the fire. In the middle of the room stands a table with a red cover; there are chairs on either side of it. On the hob, a kettle is keeping itself warm; whilst overhead, on the hood of the chimney-piece, a small lamp is turned very low._
_A figure flits past the window and, with a click of the latch, PIERRETTE enters. She hangs up her cloak by the door, gives a little shiver and runs to warm herself for a moment. Then, having turned up the lamp, she places the kettle on the fire. Crossing the room, she takes a tablecloth from the dresser and proceeds to lay tea, setting out crockery for two. Once she goes to the window and, drawing aside the common red casement-curtains, looks out, but returns to her work, disappointed. She puts a spoonful of tea into the teapot, and another, and a third. Something outside attracts her attention; she listens, her face brightening. A voice is heard singing:_
"Baby, don't wait for the moon, She is caught in a tangle of boughs; And mellow and musical June Is saying 'Good-night' to the cows."
[_The voice draws nearer and a conical white hat goes past the window. PIERROT enters._]