I was about to explain how a comparatively small maelstrom could suck in the largest ship, when the curtain fell of its own accord, amid the shouts of the audience.
This was my last appearance on any stage.

It was some time, though, before I heard the end of the William Tell business.

Malicious little boys who had not been allowed to buy tickets to my theatre used to cry out after me in the street, "'Who killed Cock Robin ?' 'I,' said the sparrer, 'With my bow and arrer, I killed Cock Robin!'" The sarcasm of this verse was more than I could stand.

And it made Pepper Whitcomb pretty mad to be called Cock Robin, I can tell you! So the days glided on, with fewer clouds and more sunshine than fall to the lot of most boys.

Conway was certainly a cloud.