It was a singularly enthusiastic theater party, oblivious of
surroundings, and lost in wonder at the strange sights. Billy's
laugh rang out frequently, with refreshing spontaneity. Their
enjoyment was so evident that Redding was surprised, at the close of
the first act, to see them put on their wraps and march solemnly out
of the theater. He hastened to the lobby, and touched Billy on the
shoulder.

"Didn't you like the show?" he asked.

"You bet!" said Billy, his eyes shining and his cheeks flushed.

Mrs. Wiggs was hopelessly entangled in the crepe veil, but her ideas
of etiquette were rigid. She disengaged one hand and said, with
dignity: "I 'low this is Mr. Bob, Billy's friend. Happy to meet yer
acquaintance. Asia, speak to the gentleman--Australia--
Europena!" with a commanding nod at each.

Three small hands were thrust at Redding simultaneously, and he
accommodated them all in his broad palm.

"But why are you going home?" he asked, looking from one to the
other.

"Where else would we go to?" asked Mrs. Wiggs, in amazement.

"Why not stay and see the play out? That was only the first act."

"Is there some more, ma?" asked Asia, eagerly.