e　was　more　like　a　child　than　a　man。　He　could　read　about　things；　and　talk　to　his　visitors；　but　he　could　not　go　out　of　the　hospital　by　himself。　He　thought　and　played　like　a　child。

After　Christmas；　he　wanted　to　go　to　the　theatre。　This　was　very　difficult；　because　I　did　not　want　the　people　in　the　theatre　to　see　him。　But　a　kind　lady　from　the　theatre—Mrs　Kendal—helped　us。　We　bought　tickets　for　a　box　at　the　side　of　the　theatre　We　went　to　the　theatre　in　a　cab　with　dark　windows；　and　we　went　into　the　theatre　by　a　door　at　the　back—the　Queen's　door。　Nobody　saw　us。

Three　nurses　sat　at　the　front　of　the　box；　and　Merrick　and　I　sat　in　the　dark　behind　them。　Nobody　in　the　theatre　could　see　us；　but　we　could　see　the　play。

It　was　a　children's　Christmas　play。　Merrick　loved　it。　It　was　a　most　wonderful；　exciting　story。　Often　he　laughed；　and　sometimes　he　tried　to　sing　like　the　children　in　the　theatre。　He　was　like　a　ch