A baker came out of his shop and stared at the boys.
"Edward, you'd better get back to the tailor shop," said the baker.
"Your master will be angry."
"I don't care," said Edward.
"I was born for the stage.
I don't want to be a tailor!"
"Are you a tailor?' asked Vinnie.
"No, I am an apprentice," said Edward.
"Apprentice?" asked Vinnie.
"Young boys need to learn skills for different jobs," said Edward.
"My master, the tailor, is teaching me to sew."
"Do you like making clothes?" asked Vinnie.
"It's all right," said Edward.
"But my talent is wasted sewing shirts and coats.
I'm an actor!"
"Really?" said Vinnie, impressed.
"Where do you work?" Edward asked Vinnie.
"Oh, I'm not an apprentice," said Vinnie.
"I go to school."
"You are very lucky," said Edward.
"My family is poor, so I must live with the tailor."
Suddenly, the boys heard a man calling angrily, "Edward! Where are you?"
"That is my master," sighed Edward.
"I have to go Vinnie.
I can't practice now.
But someday the queen will see my great talent!"
"What queen?" asked Vinnie.
"Why, Queen Elizabeth of England!" cried Edward.
"Queen Elizabeth?" Vinnie scratched his head.
"Isn't she the queen of England now?" he thought.
Mandy might be able to explain it to him.
But where was his sister?
Meanwhile, Mandy felt like crying.
"How did we get separated?" she wondered.
"Now I'm all alone.
How will I get home?"
She lifted her skirt to check her scraped knee.
A carriage drove up alongside Mandy.
A woman wearing a fancy hat looked out.
"Are you all right?" she asked Mandy.
"Oh, you're bleeding!"
"It's okay," Mandy said, sniffing.
"Where do you live?" asked the woman.
Mandy bowed her head and didn't answer.
"Let me clean up your knee.
Charles will take you home later," said the woman.
Undecided, Mandy paused for a moment.
"Charles," she said to the driver, "open the door for the little girl."
"Yes, Lady Katherine," replied the driver.
Mandy stared at the woman and then got into the carriage.
"She must be very rich!" she thought.
"I wish Vinnie could meet her!"
However, Vinnie was seeing a different side of London.
Vinnie and Edward arrived at the tailor shop.
Master Crossland, the tailor, was standing in the door with his hands on his hips.
"So you're hanging out with actors again!"
said the tailor, looking at Vinnie.
"I'm not an actor, sir," said Vinnie.
"In that case, you are welcome, young man," said the tailor.
"Come, it's one o'clock and time to eat.
After lunch, maybe you can help Edward with his work."
The tailor then turned to Edward and said,
"When will you stop dreaming of Shakespeare?"