DEBORAH READ. Quilted petticoat of pale-blue satin. Colonial overdress and bodice of white, brocaded with pale-blue roses. Fichu of white lawn. Black picture hat with black plume. Black cloth cloak lined in pale-blue. Black stockings. Low black shoes with gold buckles. Unpowdered hair, worn pompadour. (If satin and brocade cannot be had, have blue glazed muslin and cretonne instead. Or flowered muslin worn over a white dress.) Black patches. Black velvet ribbon at neck. White lace mitts, or black gloves coming to the elbow. WILLIAM. Maroon suit, of a heavy woolen material. Gold buttons down the front and two in back. Cream-colored vest. Neither braiding nor ruffles. Black stockings. Low black shoes without buckles. A white neckcloth. Unpowdered hair worn in a cue. GEORGE WASHINGTON'S FORTUNE For this pageant episode see page 46 of the Outdoor Arrangement of the Pageant of Patriots. THE BOSTON TEA PARTY CHARACTERS RICHARD STOCKTON JOHN COREY NED PEABODY PHIL AMESBURY JEFFERSON WINWOOD FRANK WHARTON THOMAS RIGBY, a tavern-keeper Young British Lieutenants EGBERT PENROSE SIDNEY MARSH SCENE: The tavern known as The Golden Pheasant. Place, Boston. TIME: Six o'clock on a December evening, 1773. The tavern-room is low-ceilinged and wainscoted with dark woodwork. There is a door in middle background, and windows on each side of it. At the right, towards foreground, a chimney-place, with smoldering fire. Above is a shelf on which are iron candlesticks and short bits of candles that show economy. Against the right wall a round mahogany table. On it another iron candlestick, which has been lighted. A punch- bowl. Cups. A ladle. Also a brass bowl beneath which a small charcoal flame burns, keeping hot the lemonade. Beyond this table a dark wooden chest with a heavy lock. Under the window in left background a similar chest. By the hearth, facing audience, a long seat with a high back and pew- like ends. At the rise of the curtain, Thomas Rigby, the rubicund landlord, is lighting with a taper the candles that stand on the mantelshelf, the buttons on his plum-colored waistcoat twinkling in the gleam. He has only lighted one when the door is pushed open, and there enter two young British lieutenants, mere lads, whose scarlet cloaks, exaggerated lace wrist ruffles, and brilliant gold braiding make a fine showing. But Thomas Rigby shows no look of welcome. MARSH. Hey, landlord! Brrrr! It's cold! Give us something to warm us. PENROSE (foppishly). Aye, and be brisk about it. I do not wish to be served in a loitering fashion. [Rigby makes as if to speak; but restrains himself, and, with a look of quiet scorn, serves them hot lemon punch. Penrose is by the fire. Marsh by the window. MARSH. It promises to be a chilly eve after a cloudy morning. PENROSE (with a shiver). More snow and bitter weather!