Orlando, the other Rinaldo; they forgot that they were escaping and stopped to make the paladins fight; a third boy came and said they were his marionettes and the others had stolen them, and the boys left Orlando and Rinaldo lying on the stage and began to fight among themselves till their three mothers followed.
“Be quick, be quick, you silly boys, be quick,” shouted the mothers, hustling everything before them—boys, marionettes and all—as an autumn hurricane sweeps away the fallen leaves.
“What is that man doing?” I inquired.
“Which man?”
“The one standing in the corner there—he seems to have a camera.”
“Yes, that’s right. He has been sent by the Cinematograph Company to reproduce the scene for their show.”
“Oh! I see. That’s a capital idea; the people will like that.”
“Yes, won’t they?”
And two men were dragging a heavy bundle along on the ground between them, and I asked:
“What’s in the bundle?”