“How delightful!” said Rollo. “I have never seen anyone in a bath-tub but myself.”
“Rollo, catching the spirit of the evening, joined merrily in the conversation”
As soon as dinner was finished, Rollo and the two gentlemen drove in another cab to the theatre, which was on the main street of New York, called Broadway, because it is quite narrow and goes zigzag through the city. But Rollo was entranced with the brilliant electric lights, the flashing signs and great rush of traffic.
“Is it a celebration?” he asked.
“Yes,” said Uncle George. “Broadway is always a celebration. But come; let us alight.”
Rollo greatly admired the interior of the theatre, which was at least five times larger than the Second Congregational Church, which he was accustomed to attend when at home. Just then to his surprise all the lights in the edifice went out.
“Oh dear,” said Rollo. “Isn’t that provoking.”
“Hush,” said the two gentlemen. “The play is about to begin.”