The jaws snapped within a thirty-second of an inch of the arch-villain's nose. Angered, Punch hit the beast with his little club, while the audience screamed in delight. Ensued a fight which changed rapidly to a pursuit back and forth over the bodies of Judy, the policeman, and the rest of the company. At last Punch tripped and the animal seized upon him and bore him, shrieking, below. "Is that all?" asked Louise, as the little curtain descended. "All?" John answered, as he glanced over the other delights promised by the blue advertisement. "All? Why it isn't but a third over!" Two assistants turned impromptu stage hands and shifted the Punch and Judy cabinet to the rear of the stage. The professor stooped over a battered trunk at the side, and brought out two life-sized dolls with huge, staring eyes, and swinging arms and legs. He sat down on a chair at the center of the platform. "These," he said as he balanced the manikins on his knees, "are my two little boys. They're usually very nice little fellows, but I'm afraid they've been shut up so long in that dark trunk that they're feeling a little angry. I'll have to see. Now [to the sandy-haired caricature on his right], tell the people what your name is. No? Then we'll have to ask your friend here. What's your name?" "Sambo," mouthed the black-faced marionette. "Gee!" whispered John, as he watched the professor's lips closely. "How's he do it?" "Now, tell all these nice little girls and boys how old you are." "T-ten." "Did you ever go to school?" "Yes, sir." "Now tell that little girl with the pink hair ribbon who's sitting in the third row, what you learned yesterday." "Ya-ya-ya," interrupted the younger member of the Peck family. "Ya-ya-ya!" "Why, George," admonished the ventriloquist. "Aren't you ashamed of yourself, behaving in this way?" "No, I ain't," protested George incorrigibly. "Ya-ya-ya, blackface!" So it went for the space of a good half-hour. Pretty poor stuff, it may seem now, oh, you grown-ups who have lost the magic eyes of childhood, but snickers and shouts and giggles filled the hall while the dialogue lasted. Finally the lay figures waxed so disputatious that Professor O'Reilley consigned them to the darkness of the trunk from which they came. "Stay there until you behave yourselves," he scolded, as the groans grew more and more subdued in protest against the captivity. "Wish I could do that," said John. "Couldn't I get teacher mad, talking at her from the blackboard?" "Sh-sh," whispered Louise. "He's going to speak."