ON THE SANDS.

(_A SKETCH AT MARGATE._)

_Close under the Parade Watt a large circle has been formed,
consisting chiefly of Women on chairs and camp-stools, with an
inner ring of small children, who are all patiently awaiting
the arrival of a troupe of Niggers. At the head of one of
the flights of steps leading up to the Parade, a small and
shrewish Child-nurse is endeavouring to detect and recapture
a pair of prodigal younger Brothers, who have given her the
slip._

_Sarah_ (_to herself_). Wherever can them two plegs have got to?
(_Aloud; drawing a bow at a venture_) ALBERT! 'ENERY! Come up 'ere
this minnit. _I_ see yer!

_'Enery_ (_under the steps--to Albert_). I say--d'ye think she
_do_?--'cos if--

_Albert_. Not she! Set tight. [_They sit tight._]

_Sarah_ (_as before_). 'ENERY! ALBERT! You've bin and 'alf killed
little GEORGIE between yer!

_'Enery_ (_moved, to Albert_). Did you 'ear that, BERT? It wasn't _me_
upset him--was it now?

_Albert_ (_impenitent_). 'Oo cares! The Niggers'll be back direckly.