“There it is!” cried Capricornus. “It’s coming! There it is!”
“Isn’t it pretty?” shrieked the little Corona, who was evidently growing much excited by the chocolates and the centralness of the whole thing. “Let’s go on the top! Let’s go on the top!”
She began to jump on the pavement, and her brother was just about to follow her example when some sudden idea struck him into gravity. He turned to the Prophet and exclaimed solemnly,—
“Oh, if you please, Mr. Vivian, have you got the crab with you?”
“The crab!” cried Lady Enid, with much vivacity.
“Yes, yes, my boy, it’s all right!” said the Prophet, hastily.
“Not your boy, if you please, Mr. Vivian,” returned the little inquisitor. “And have you got the fist tooth?”
“Yes, yes!”
“And the rashes, and the honoured grandmother, and—”
“I’ve got everything,” cried the Prophet, “every single thing!”