Having given a good deal of attention to the Chinese children in the
box, the Bobbseys looked around the theater at the other little folk in
the audience.
"Oh, look at the funny fat boy over there!" cried out Freddie in a loud
voice.
"Hush, hush, Freddie!" whispered Nan quickly. "You mustn't talk so loud.
Every one will hear you."
"But he is awful fat, isn't he?" insisted Freddie.
"He isn't any fatter than you'll be if you keep on eating so much,"
remarked Bert.
"Oh, I don't eat any more than I have to," declared the little boy.
"When you are really and truly hungry you can't help eating. Nobody
can!"
"And you're hungry most all the time," said Bert.
"I'm not at all! I'm hungry only when--when--I'm hungry," was Freddie's
reply.
Then the orchestra began to play, and, a little later, the curtain went
up and the fairy play began.
I am not going to tell you about it, because you all know the story of
Cinderella. There she was, sitting among the ashes of the fire-place,
and in came the godmother who made a pumpkin turn into a golden coach,
and did all the other things just like the story.
The play was a little different from the story in some books.
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