were made to appeal to the patriotism of the throng.  Did you choose to ‘shy’ sticks in the contest for cocoa-nuts, behold your object was a wooden model of the treacherous Afghan or the base African.  If you took up the mallet to smite upon a spring and make proof of how far you could send a ball flying upwards, your blow descended upon the head of some other recent foeman.  Try your fist at the indicator of muscularity, and with zeal you smote full in the stomach of a guy made to represent a Russian.  If you essayed the pop-gun, the mark set you was on the flank of a wooden donkey, so contrived that it would kick when hit in the true spot.  What a joy to observe the tendency of all these diversions!  How characteristic of a high-spirited people that nowhere could be found any amusement appealing to the mere mind, or calculated to effeminate by encouraging a love of beauty.

Bob had a sovereign to get rid of.  He shied for cocoa-nuts, he swung in the boat with Pennyloaf, he rode with her on the whirligigs.  When they were choked, and whitened from head to foot, with dust, it was natural to seek the nearest refreshment-booth.  Bob had some half-dozen male and female acquaintances clustered about him by now; of course. he must celebrate the occasion by entertaining all of them.  Consumed with thirst, he began to drink without counting the glasses.  Pennyloaf plucked at his elbow, but Bob was beginning to feel that he must display spirit.  Because he was married, that was no reason for his relinquishing the claims to leadership in gallantry which had always been recognised.  Hollo!  Here was Suke Jollop!  She had just quarrelled with Clem, and had been searching for the hostile camp.  ‘Have a drink, Suke!’ cried Bob, when he heard her acrimonious charges against Clem and Jack.  A pretty girl, Suke, and with a hat which made itself proudly manifest a quarter of a mile away.  Drink! of course she would drink; that thirsty she could almost drop!  Bob enjoyed this secession from the enemy.  He knew Suke’s old fondness for him, and began to play upon it.  Elated with beer and vanity, he no longer paid the least attention to Pennyloaf’s remonstrances; nay, he at length bade her ’hold her bloomin’ row!’ Pennyloaf had a tear in her eye; she looked fiercely at Miss Jollop.

The day wore on.  For utter weariness Pennyloaf was constrained to beg that they might go into the ‘Paliss’ and find a shadowed seat.  Her tone revived tenderness in Bob; again he became gracious, devoted; he promised that not another glass of beer should pass his lips, and Sake Jollop, with all her like, might go to perdition.  But heavens! how sweltering it was under this glass canopy How the dust rose from the trampled boards!  Come, let’s have tea.  The programme says there’ll be a military band playing presently, and we shall return refreshed to hear it.