[_Both girls rise, and rush after a stout lady who is
disappearing in the crowd._

_Alfred_ (_speaking for the first time_). I say, we'll 'ook it now,
eh?

_Mr. H._ (_gloomily accepting the situation_). Yes, we'd better 'ook
it.

[_They "'ook it" accordingly, and Miss FLO and Miss POLLY,
returning later, find, rather to their surprise, that their
victim has departed, and their chairs are filled by blandly
unconscious strangers. However, both young ladies declare that
it is "a good riddance," and they thought "that ERNIE 'ORKINS
never meant to go,"-- which seems amply to console them for
having slightly overrated their powers of fascination._

* * * * *

THE GROAN OF THE "GROWLER."

[_The British "Cabby," hearing of the new Parisian plan of
regulating Cab-fares by distance, which is to be shown by
an automatic apparatus, venteth his feelings of dismay and
disgust in anticipation of the application of the new-fangled
System nearer home._]

A Autumn-attic happaratus
For measuring off our blooming fares!
Oh, hang it all! They slang and slate us;