The Invisible Piano Player Rufus did not think about the invisible piano player all the time. He ate, drank, slept, went to school, went to Sunday School, read his postcard from the soldier Al, hiked up East Rock with Joey, and played, most of the time. Still, whenever he went past a certain house on Pleasant Street, he did think about the invisible piano player who lived there. The Saybolts lived in this house: Mr. Saybolt, a motorman on the Bridgeport Express, and Mrs. Saybolt, his wife. She called all children "Tigers!" and chased them off her white sidewalk and out of her hedge chairs—two hedges in front of the porch she kept clipped in the shape of armchairs. She was a jolly lady on the whole, who sometimes laughed and talked to herself when she was hanging up the clothes. She just did not want children sitting in her hedge chairs. Rufus did not know whether the invisible piano player was named Saybolt or not. He had never seen him. So far as he knew, neither had anybody else ever seen him.
