We dashed across the bog and through the forest as if late for an appointment.
Emma led me around to the backyard, where a small wooden stage had been erected. Kids were bustling in and out of the house, carrying props, buttoning up suit jackets, and zipping into sequined dresses.
What's this? Are they putting on a play? Who's in it?
“Ladieeees and gentlemen! It gives me the utmost pleasure to present to you a performance like no other in history! I give you Miss Peregrine and her Peculiar Children!”
“For our first illusion, I will produce Miss Peregrine herself!”