Jane. Well, I suppose she wouldn't only wear them when she's in state.
Policeman. Now, Ladies, please don't linger! Pass along, there!
The Well-informed Old G. You see this device, formed of green and yellow feathers, boys. Well, these feathers come from——
Policeman (as before). Don't stop the way, Sir, please!
Old G. (hanging on obstinately to barrier)——The Sandwich Islands, and are worn exclusively by—(is swept on by crowd, and wedged tightly against case containing samples of woollen products—boys dive under red cord, and escape).
Two Ladies (from the country). Those Policemen is like so many parrots, with their "Keep moving;" they don't give you time for a good look! That's a handsome pair of jugs the Crown Prince and Princess give her, a little like the pair old Mr. Spudder won with his Shorthorns at the Show, don't you think? Only more elaborate, p'raps. Tell me if you can see the Cake anywhere, my dear. I don't want to go away, and not see that!
Intelligent Visitor. That's a curious thing, now. Look at that label, "Presented by——" and the name left blank!
A Jocular Visitor (seeing an opportunity). Too bad, Maria! I'm sure we wrote our names plainly enough!
[Sensation amongst bystanders, who regard the couple with respectful interest.
Maria (who considers this trifling with a serious subject). If I had known you were going to be so foolish, George, I should not have come!
[Collapse of George.
A Practical Visitor. Now, there's a neat idea—d'ye see? A crown, made all out of tobaccer. There's some sense in giving a thing like that!