The different members of the cast now applied their eyes to as many
cracks in the curtain as could be hastily managed.

There was a breathing space.

"What, what?" cried Polly, gazing into the sea of faces, and the dragons
nearly knocked the Princess over as Mr. King gave the signal for the
band stationed in the wide hall, to send out their merriest strains.




V

AFTER THE PLAY


It was all over. Phronsie had been swept off, a vision of loveliness, to
the cave; the dragons had roared their loudest, and the gallant knight
had covered himself with glory in the brilliant rescue of the Princess;
the little page had won the hearts of all the ladies; Mr. King had
applauded himself hoarse, especially during the delivery of the prologue,
when "I cry you mercy, sirs, and ladies fair," rang out; the musical
efforts of Polly and Jasper in the "Wait" between the two acts were over,
and the crowded house, in every way possible, had expressed itself
delighted with all things from beginning to end.

"Phronsie, Phronsie, they're calling you," whispered Polly excitedly,
out in the green room.