"Los pajaros," explained Doña Serafina, smiling.
"Oh, 'tis birds she's talking about!"
"Birds!" replied the doctor, blankly. "I thought I showed her butterflies. This way," and he began hovering round again.
Tim roared.
"They'll think you have gone out of what little mind you possess, Peter!"
"Ah, pobrecito," said Serafina, when the meaning of the pantomime was explained, "I thought he was playing at a flying bird."
"You'll never make your salt as an actor, Peter," jeered Tim, as they all laughed over the mistake. "I'd better call up Philip and Jack to keep you straight. Jack, come up here, and bring Philip with you."
"All right," replied Jack, from the depths below, where they had been watching the performance with much amusement; "we are coming."
The quartette soon made their appearance in the azotea, where Peter's mistake was explained.
"Do it again, Peter," entreated Philip, laughing; "you have no idea how funny you look flopping about!"