hakespere?"

"No," answered Uncle George. "I hardly thought Shakespere would be
lively enough. You see, Rollo, the plays in New York are divided into
two groups. There are the very serious plays acted by great people
which all the critics say are great successes. But unfortunately, no
one goes to see them. Then there are the very silly comedies about
people in bath-tubs, which the critics say are very low and wicked and
which everyone flocks to see. That is the kind we are going to see."

"How delightful!" said Rollo. "I have never seen anyone in a bath-tub
but myself."

As soon as dinner was finished, Rollo and the two gentlemen drove
in another cab to the theatre, which was on the main street of New
York, called Broadway, because it is quite narrow and goes zigzag
through the city. But Rollo was entranced with the brilliant electric
lights, the flashing signs and great rush of traffic.

[Illustration: "Rollo, catching the spirit of the evening, joined
merrily in the conversation"]

"Is it a celebration?" he asked.

"Yes," said Uncle George. "Broadway is always a celebration. But come;
let us alight."

Rollo greatly admired the interior of the theatre, which was at least
five times larger than the Second Congregational Church, which he was
accustomed to attend when at home. Just then to his surprise all the
lights in the edifice went out.

"Oh dear," said Rollo. "Isn't that provoking."

"Hush," said the two gentlemen. "The play is about to begin."

At that moment an enormous curtain rose slowly, music filled the air
from some hidden and mysterious source, and Rollo saw before him a
picture more beautiful than anything he had ever seen before.

The name of the play which Uncle George had selected was "Shaking the
Shimmy."

It was in three acts. The first act was in the ladies' dressing-room
of a parlor car, the second was on the beach at Atlantic City, and
the third was in the dormitory of a young ladies' seminary in
Greenwich. A notice on the program explained that the last act enabled
the producers, two Jewish gentlemen, to have twenty beds on the stage
at one time, which broke all records.

Rollo never dreamed that young ladies could be so beautiful as those
who flitted about on the stage. Although he understood very little of
what was said on the stage, he was tingling with excitement and sat
far forward on the edge of his chair, resting his chin on the shoulder
of a lady in front of him, who smiled