Fair Rosamond. “Oh, my goodness! Is that a dagger?”
Queen Elinor. “Quite right, but it’s only to heighten the dramatic effect. I knew you would prefer poison.”
The exhausted sitter and the inexorable artists.
Prehistoric prize-fighters removing a heavy-weight champion after his defeat.
Window-dressing is now one of the fine arts. A charming group of wax figures made to the order of Messrs. Whiteridge.
Excited Bather. “Something queer about these rocks. One of them is tickling me on the back!”