Judgement of Solomon

The sausage was one of the weightiest reasons why the worthy management refused in future to have any spectators up in the flies.

"But I was there seven and thirty times," said our aunt, "and I shall always remember Mr. Siverston for that." On the very last evening when the flies were still open to the public, the Judgment of Solomon was performed, as our aunt remembered very well.

She had, through the influence of a benefactor, Herr Sivertson procured a free admission for the agent Fabs, although he did not deserve it in the least, for he was always cutting his jokes about the theater and teasing our aunt.

But she had procured him a free admission to the flies for all that.

He wanted to look at this player stuff from the other side.

"Those were his own words, and they were just like him," said our aunt.

He looked down from above on the Judgment of Solomon and fell asleep over it.

One would have thought that he had come from a dinner where many toasts had been given.