"Well, no, perhaps not exactly; it is a very beautiful play."
"What's a play?"
"Something that can be acted."
"Is it wicked to act?"
"No, I don't think so—but there are people——"
"Why, then, did Elsa say the tiger-man was wicked?" Edmund interposed. "He's an actor, isn't he?"
Mr. Wycherly was spared an answer to this question, as at that very moment some one was seen coming through the garden toward them—a tall young man in black, who proved to be none other than the tiger-man himself.
The boys rushed at him, shouting joyfully. "Oh, tiger-man, have you come to play with us? You promised you would, you know."
"I've come to say good-bye," he said, as each child seized a hand and hung on to him. "I have to go to-night."
"But you'll have a little play with us first; just one? It's been such a long Sabbath, and it isn't nearly tea-time yet."