See United in love, faith, hope, and char--OW!" The conclusion of the duet was marred.

The Child Sir Galahad suddenly stiffened, and, uttering an irrepressible shriek of anguish, gave a brief exhibition of the contortionist's art.

("HE'S TWISTIN' MY WRIST! DERN YOU, LEGGO!") The voice of Mrs.Lora Rewbush was again heard from the wings; it sounded bloodthirsty.

Penrod released his victim; and the Child King Arthur, somewhat disconcerted, extended his sceptre and, with the assistance of the enraged prompter, said: "Sweet child-friends of the Tabul Round, In brotherly love and kindness abound, Sir Lancelot, you have spoken well, Sir Galahad, too, as clear as bell.
So now pray doff your mantles gay.
You shall be knighted this very day." And Penrod doffed his mantle.
Simultaneously, a thick and vasty gasp came from the audience, as from five hundred bathers in a wholly unexpected surf.

This gasp was punctuated irregularly, over the auditorium, by imperfectly subdued screams both of dismay and incredulous joy, and by two dismal shrieks.
Altogether it was an extraordinary sound, a sound never to be forgotten by any one who heard it.