[A "larrikin" comes up behind and "bashes" his hat in; a string of playful youths seize each other by the waist and rush in single file through crowd, upsetting everybody in their way; both the Patriotic Pleasure-seekers go home by the Underground, without waiting for the Procession.
The Female P. (on the stand). John, I'm sure this board isn't safe. We should see ever so much better on one of those carts—they're only asking sixpence, John. You are the worst person to come out with—you never give yourself the smallest trouble—I have to do it all! You can stop here if you choose, I'm going to get into one of those carts! [She and John descend, and mount upon a coal-cart which is being driven slowly along the route.
Later; Procession approaching, distant music.
Crowd (jumping up and down like "skip-jacks" to see better). 'Ere they are, they're coming!
[The way is cleared by trotting mounted Constables.
Stout Lady. Well, if I wanted to faint ever so, I couldn't now—where are you, my dear?
Another Stout Lady (cheerfully). I'm all right, Mrs. Porter, Mum. I've got tight 'old of this nice young Perliceman's belt—don't you fret yourself about me!
Experienced Sightseer (catching hold of little Duggie and placing him in front, then pushing forward). Make room for this little boy, will you, please, I want him to see.
Crowd good-naturedly make way, affording unimpeded view of procession to Duggie—and the Experienced Sightseer, who troubles himself no further.
A Superior Sightseer. To think of the traffic of the first city in the world being stopped for this contemptible tomfoolery!