THE candles were still smoking on the cake, the children all trooping toward the hall.
"Wait, wait!" he cried. "Come back a minute!"
They turned in surprise. The Grown-Ups, very large in the doorway, looked like gigantic prison guards faced by some sudden unexpected insurrection. One of them brushed against the bronze gongs hanging at one side of the door. They jangled softly as if calling them all to attention.
"Don't let's play that game," he said breathlessly. "It's too terrible."
"What game?" asked Mrs. Richmond.
"We made up a game. A game of spies, to" He realized that he couldn't possibly explain with the Parents standing there. He caught Joyce's eye. She looked frightened.
"Why, Martin, how silly you are," chirped Phyllis. "Of course we weren't going to play it, not really."
"He's not silly!" Joyce shouted fiercely. "I was going to play it."
