_The P.M._ _I_ don't see no difficulty about it. Why, any stonemason
could cut down the odd pieces to fit well enough, and they wouldn't
have such a neglected appearance as they do now.

_A Group has collected round a Gigantic Arm in red granite._

_First Sightseer_. There's a _arm_ for yer!

_Second S._ (_a humorist_). Yes; 'ow would yer like to 'ave _that_
come a punching your 'ed?

_Third S._ (_thoughtfully_). I expect they've put it up 'ere as a
sample, like.

_The Moralising Matron_. How it makes one realise that there were
giants in those days!

_Her Friend_. But surely the size must be a _little_ exaggerated,
don't you think? Oh, is _this_ the God Ptah?

[_The M.M. says nothing, but clicks her tongue to express a
grieved pity, after which she passes on._

_The_ Intelligent Artisan _and his_ Fiancée _have entered the Nineveh
Gallery, and are regarding an immense human-headed winged bull._

_The I.A._ (_indulgently_). Rum-looking sort o' beast that ere.

_Fiancée_. Ye-es--I wonder if it's a likeness of some animal they used