“There’s a little canvassing takes place on these occasions,” said Mr. Crummles, “among the patrons, and the fact is, Snevellicci has had so many bespeaks in this place that she wants an attraction.  She had one when her stepmother died, and when her uncle died; and Mrs. Crummles and myself have had them on the anniversary of the Phenomenon’s birthday, and our wedding-day, and occasions of that description; so that, in fact, it is hard to get a good one.  Now, won’t you help this poor girl, Mr. Johnson, by calling with her to-morrow morning upon one or two of the principal people?”—­asked the manager in a persuasive tone, adding, “The Infant will accompany her.  There will not be the smallest impropriety, sir.  It would be of material service—­the gentleman from London—­author of the new piece—­actor in the new piece—­first appearance on any boards—­it would lead to a great bespeak, Mr. Johnson.”

The idea was extremely distasteful to Nicholas; but out of kindness to Miss Snevellicci, he reluctantly consented to be one of the canvassing party, and accordingly the next morning, sallied forth with Miss Snevellicci and the Infant Phenomenon.

The Phenomenon was rather a troublesome companion, for first the right sandal came down, and then the left, and these mischances being repaired, one leg of the little white trousers was discovered to be longer than the other; then the little green parasol with a broad fringe border and no handle, which she bore in her hand, was dropped down an iron grating, and only fished up again by dint of much exertion.  However, it was impossible to scold her, as she was the manager’s daughter, so Nicholas took it all in perfect good humor and walked on, with Miss Snevellicci, arm in arm, on one side, and the offending infant on the other.

At the first house they visited, after having a long conversation concerning the stage, and its relation to life, they at length disposed of two boxes, and retired, glad that the conference was at an end.

At the next house they were in great glory, for there resided the six children who had been enraptured with the Phenomenon, and who, being called down from the nursery to be treated with a private view of that young lady, proceeded to poke their fingers into her eyes, and tread upon her toes, and show her many other little attentions peculiar to their time of life.

“I shall certainly persuade Mr. Borum to take a private box,” said the lady of the house, after a most gracious reception; “Augustus, you naughty boy, leave the little girl alone.”  This was addressed to a young gentleman who was pinching the Phenomenon from behind, apparently with a view to ascertaining whether she was real.

“I am sure you must be very tired,” said the mamma, turning to Miss Snevellicci.  “I cannot think of allowing you to go without first taking a glass of wine.  Fie, Charlotte, I am ashamed of you:  Miss Lane, my dear, pray see to the children.”