g series of
cinematograph pictures of London.

One of the great golden spaces of the walls formed the screen, Gamble,
Grin and Grub, full of laughter, manipulated the cinematograph machine,
whilst Carry-on-Merry gaily pointed out the pictures with a big golden
wand.

All the children loved the pictures, for they were faithful portraits
of themselves as they appeared every day in the London streets, when
they were not arrayed in gorgeous robes for a Princely Party.

The streets they knew only too well but yet they loved them. Were they
not always in the streets--were they not passing every day of their
lives the very scenes they were now watching flung upon the screen?
The picture being shown at the moment the Griffin heard his name
called, was a Royal Procession passing Temple Bar.

Instantly the children recognised the Griffin and called him by name.

The Griffin awoke, saw himself being shown upon the moving picture
film, and gave a shriek of delight.

"Stop! oh, stop!" shrieked the Griffin, as he ambled across to
Carry-on-Merry and seized the Gold Wand. "Please don't hurry past this
beautiful picture. Of course," cried the Griffin with a silly laugh,
"of course it's me, _ME_ with Royalty passing me. Is it not
beautiful?--you can all see for yourselves. I am sitting higher up
than Royalty itself. Notice the way the Royal personages bow and laugh
as they pass me."

"They laugh right enough," agreed Carry-on-Merry.

"Eh?" said the Griffin suspiciously.

"The Griffin ought to have been a showman," observed the Pleasant-Faced
Lion.

"Now we pass on to the next picture," called Carry-on-Merry.

"Oh, _don't_ hurry," implored the Griffin. "Don't pass the most
beautiful of all the pictures in such haste."

"_Next_ picture," laughed Carry-on-Merry.

The Griffin, after bestowing a hurt look upon Carry-on-Merry, retired,
and again composed himself for sleep.

His slumber this time was not destined to be of long duration.

A grey sombre figure suddenly strode into the brilliant flower-draped
pavilion; a slouch hat made the figure look very sinister, and a sword
clanked at his side.

The figure strode on and scowled darkly at King Richard sitting
gracefully upon his charger. "Ho! ho!" called the sombre man in a loud
voice. "Ho! ho!" he repeated with a mirthless laugh.

King Richard neither moved not took the faintest notice.

On strode the figure towards King Charles seated upon his charger, and
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