capital of Portugal--"

At this display of geographical accuracy Dot fairly cheered, and rocked
herself to and fro in unmitigated enjoyment.

"--as it appeared," continued the showman, "on the morning of November
1st, 1755."

Never having had occasion to apply Mangnall's Questions to the
exigencies of every-day life, this date in no way disturbed Dot's
comfort.

"In this house," Sam proceeded, "a party of Portuguese ladies of rank
may be seen taking tea together."

"_Breakfast_, you mean," said Dot, "you said it was in the morning,
you know."

"Well, they took tea to their breakfast," said Sam. "Don't interrupt
me, Dot. You are the audience, and you mustn't speak. Here you see the
horses of the English ambassador out airing with his groom. There you
see two peasants--no! they are _not_ Noah and his wife, Dot, and
if you go on talking I shall shut up. I say they are peasants
peacefully driving cattle. At this moment a rumbling sound startles
everyone in the city"--here Sam rolled some croquet balls up and down
in a box, but the dolls sat as quiet as before, and Dot alone was
startled,--"this was succeeded by a slight shock"--here he shook the
table, which upset some of the buildings belonging to the German
farm.--"Some houses fell."--Dot began to look anxious.--"This shock was
followed by several others"---"Take care," she begged--"of increasing