Excerpt from Prologue<br><br>The theater darkened, and again the curtain hung trem bling over a row of lights that was like a string of beads. Rita leaned forward in her seat.<br><br>The curtain had fallen at the close of the last act of Peter Pan. Rita sat silently, looking about at the audience. Everyone was standing up, except one little girl in the next row who was crying. The curtain fell down before and came up again, she was sobbing. I don't believe that it's all over. I'm going to sit here and wait. But don't you see all the other pe0p1e going away? Her mother asked. The little girl looked about tearfully. Maybe they have to catch trains, she said, and began crying again. Rita smiled sympathetically. Mothers and nurses were buttoning coats on wide-eyed children, putting on hats, untangling the long mitten tapes that always get caught in your coat sleeves.<br><br>About the Publisher<br><br>Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com<br><br>This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.