If you essayed the pop-gun, the mark set you was on the
flank of a wooden donkey, so contrived that it would kick when hit
in the true spot. What a joy to observe the tendency of all these
diversions! How characteristic of a high-spirited people that
nowhere could be found any amusement appealing to the mere mind, or
calculated to effeminate by encouraging a love of beauty.
Bob had a sovereign to get rid of. He shied for cocoa-nuts, he swung
in the boat with Pennyloaf, he rode with her on the whirligigs. When
they were choked, and whitened from head to foot, with dust, it was
natural to seek the nearest refreshment-booth. Bob had some
half-dozen male and female acquaintances clustered about him by now;
of course. he must celebrate the occasion by entertaining all of
them. Consumed with thirst, he began to drink without counting the
glasses. Pennyloaf plucked at his elbow, but Bob was beginning to
feel that he must display spirit. Because he was married, that was
no reason for his relinquishing the claims to leadership in
gallantry which had always been recognised. Hollo! Here was Suke
Jollop! She had just quarrelled with Clem, and had been searching
for the hostile camp.
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