'
He looked at me a moment
'What! do you mean, you--?'
'Yes, that is exactly what I do mean.'
'He is great man, that Craig fellow--a truly great man.'
And then he leaned up against a tree and laughed till the tears came.
'I say, old boy, don't mind me,' he gasped, 'but do you remember the old
'Varsity show?'
'Yes, you villain; and I remember your part in it. I wonder how you can,
even at this remote date, laugh at it.' For I had a vivid recollection
of how, after a 'chaste and highly artistic performance of this
mediaeval play' had been given before a distinguished Toronto audience,
the trap door by which I had entered my box was fastened, and I was left
to swelter in my cage, and forced to listen to the suffocated laughter
from the wings and the stage whispers of 'Hello, Mr. Punch, where's the
baby?' And for many a day after I was subjected to anxious inquiries as
to the locality and health of 'the baby,' and whether it was able to be
out.
'Oh, the dear old days!' he kept saying, over and over, in a tone so
full of sadness that my heart grew sore for him and I forgave him, as
many a time before.
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