Ethel's Uncle (cheerily). Well, Ethel, I think we've seen all there is to be seen, eh?
Ethel. There's one room we haven't been into yet, Uncle, dear.
Uncle. Ha—and what's that?
Ethel (persuasively). The Refreshment Room.
[The hint is accepted at last.
THE TRAVELLING MENAGERIE.
OUTSIDE.
A crowd is staring stolidly at the gorgeously gilded and painted entrance, with an affectation of superior wisdom to that of the weaker-minded, who sneak apologetically up the steps from time to time. A tall-hatted orchestra have just finished a tune, and hung their brazen instruments up like joints on the hooks above them.
A Woman Carrying an Infant (to her Husband). Will 'ee goo in, Joe?