Then the perspiration began to stand on Peter's forehead, and Mrs.Brown asked him if anything serious was the matter.

Then the company smiled, and the magician grew redder; but he kept on fumbling beneath that handkerchief, and apparently trying to reach around under his coat-tails.

Then we heard something snap, and the next moment a quart of water ran down the wizard's left leg and spread out over the carpet.

By this time he looked as if joy had forsaken him for ever.

But still he continued to feel around under the handkerchief.