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 Rh But all at once, out of nowhere, flop! A great white ball comes bounding and bouncing into the midst of them. They jump up, frightened, suddenly self-conscious. What was it? Something—someone? Well, obviously there's only one thing to do now. And before you can count three, the garden is empty. Only the big white india-rubber ball rolls lazily back down stage to settle itself somewhere, at last, among the footlights.