ONE MONDAY MORNING

A floppy toy leaning against a rain-streaked window...a little boy gazing out the window...a dismal, deserted city street...One Monday morning (turn page quickly) the king (carrying an umbrella), the queen, and the little prince (in procession) came to visit me. But I wasn't home. (I was waiting at the bus stop) So the little prince said, "In that case we shall return on Tuesday." On Tuesday morning the procession was joined by the knight, But I wasn't home (I was on the subway). Each day the procession grew longer and larger and more splendid on arrival and more disheartened on departure, until... On Sunday morning the king, the queen, the little prince, the knight, a royal guard, the royal cook, the royal barber, the royal jester, and a little dog came to visit me. And I was home. So the little prince said. "We just dropped in to say hello." The little boy examining a deck of playing cards...the floppy toy, looking very like the royal barber, leaning against the sun-filled window.... The magnificence of the royal personages, expressively outlined and colored in the acid shades of old playing cards, contrasts with the muted tones of the tenement and the street. One single surprise—but the child can enjoy the visit again and again just by turning the pages and repeating the refrain.