The young man who leads them has been
going about all day with the lining of his hat turned down over his
forehead; for the thousandth time those girls are screaming with
laughter at the sight of him. Ha, ha! He has slipped and fallen upon
the floor, and makes an obstruction; his companions treat him like a
horse that is 'down' in the street. 'Look out for his 'eels!' cries
one; and another, 'Sit on his 'ed!' If this doesn't come to an end
we shall die of laughter. Lot one of the funniest of the party is
wearing a gigantic cardboard nose and flame-coloured whiskers.
There, the stumbler is on his feet again. ''Ere he comes up
smilin'!' cries his friend of the cardboard nose, and we shake our
diaphragms with mirth. One of the party is an unusually tall man.
'When are you comin' down to have a look at us?' cries a pert lass
as she skips by him.
A great review of the People. Since man came into being did the
world ever exhibit a sadder spectacle?
Evening advances; the great ugly building will presently be lighted
with innumerable lamps. Away to the west yonder the heavens are
afire with sunset, but at that we do not care to look; never in our
lives did we regard it.
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