" Step into the world of imagination and creativity with "Little Frankie at His Plays" by Madeline Leslie. This charming book follows the journey of Little Frankie as he explores the world of theater, embracing his love for acting and bringing stories to life on stage. In "Little Frankie at His Plays," readers join Frankie as he discovers his passion for acting and engages in various theatrical productions. With each play, Frankie learns valuable lessons about teamwork, perseverance, and the power of storytelling. Through his experiences, readers are inspired to embrace their own creativity and find joy in expressing themselves through the performing arts. Madeline Leslie's storytelling captures the magic and excitement of the theater, transporting readers to a world of make-believe and artistic expression. Through vivid descriptions and relatable characters, she brings to life the joys and challenges of being part of a theatrical production. Join Little Frankie as he embarks on his theatrical adventures, explores his passion for acting, and learns important life lessons along the way."

I have already told you that Frankie lived in a pretty cottage, separated from the road by a green lawn, which lay in front of it. On the other side of the street, the land was much lower, a little shining brook running through it, and sometimes, after a rain, there was quite a pond of water. In winter this was a pleasant place for Willie to skate. His mamma liked it, because she could watch him from the windows; Willie liked it, because when his hands were cold he could run home to warm himself; and Frankie liked it, because it made him laugh and clap his hands to see his brother bow and turn this way and that, run a few steps, and then make such pretty figures on the ice. He had no doubt at all but Willie did all this just to amuse him. If you could have seen him as he stood in his chair at the front window, how he jumped up and down, and threw his head back, and then held it far forward on his breast, laughing so merrily, bursting out afresh every time Willie made a bow or stretched out his arms, you could not have helped laughing yourself, out of sympathy.