"Put him out!" exclaimed two or three, angrily.
"He has no right to disturb the show," declared a man in the right-hand proscenium box. "I am near enough to see, and this thing is all right."
It happened that the speaker was the mayor of the town, and his words made an impression.
"Whatever Mayor Durgin says is all right must be all right," was the general decision.
Frank ordered the fly back to the starting point.
"Now, ladies and gentlemen," he said, calmly, "I will show you that Solomon is able to reckon, as well as think. Will some person call two of the numbers on the mirror, which added together will not amount to more than twenty-six? Anyone present. I wish you to understand that this is not arranged in advance. So I would like to have some well-known lady name the numbers."
"Mrs. Durgin! Mrs. Durgin!" called several.
The mayor in the box turned and bowed to his wife, smiling. The lady blushed and seemed confused, but she quickly recovered. Then she leaned on the rail of the box, distinctly calling:
"Seven and eleven."
"Come seben, come eleben," laughed a youngster, and that produced some amusement.