"When I got to Trafalgar Square," continued Cissie, "I felt skittish, thoughtless and jolly, and I could 'ave declared he laughed at me and then winked."
Judge (interrupting). "The witness tells her story very badly. Who laughed and winked at her? The Lord Mayor?"
Counsel (hastily). "No, no, my Lord, not the Lord Mayor; the Lion."
Judge. "Oh, well, why doesn't she say so?"
Then proceeded Cissie, heedless of all interruptions—
"I sees the wreath round his neck, and I at once thought of the Russian dancers——"
Judge. "Tut, tut, tut! what has the fact of the Lord Mayor of London having a wreath round his neck to do with the Russian ballet?"
Counsel (in despair). "Not the Lord Mayor, my Lord; the Lion."
Judge (testily). "Then will the witness please say the word Lion whenever she wishes to refer to the Lion?"
Cissy (imperturbably). "I don't want to refer to it no more, 'cos I collared the wreath, and 'olding it over my 'ead I danced round the Square, just like the posters of them Russian dancers."