At last the iron shutters would come down--slowly.

Then he and his sister would stoop--and stoop--to get a last look.

Presently there would be only a foot of bliss left; then they both sank down flat on their stomachs on the pavement, and so stayed--greedily--till all was dark, and paradise had been swallowed up.
Well, one night, the show had been specially gorgeous; they took hands afterward, and ran home.

Their father had just come in.

Mr.Barton can remember his staggering into the room.