Missy?

_The Giant Baby_ (_with a snap_). Ten!

[She gazes all round with the hauteur peculiar to a
phenomenon, and her visitors are only relieved from the
strain by the timely appearance of the Exhibitor, a
Mulatto lady, who gives a brief biographical sketch of
the Infant's career, with details of her weight and
measurements. Then Miss POLLY sings a stanza
of "Little Annie Rooney" in a phonographic manner,
dances a few ponderous steps, and identifies the most
sheepish youth in the audience--much to his
embarrassment--as her sweetheart, after which her
audience is permitted to shake hands with her and
depart.

* * * * *

A Prize Lottery.

A Young Man in a light suit, and a paste pin in a dirty
white necktie, has arrived with a chest, from which he
extracts a quantity of small parcels in coloured
tissue-paper.

_The Young Man_ (_as a group collects around him_). Now, I'm 'ere to
orfer those among yer who 'ave the courage to embark in speckilation an
unrivalled opportunity of enriching themselves at next to no expense.
Concealed in each o' these small porcels is a prize o' more or less
value, amongst them bein', I may tell yer, two 'undred threepenny
pieces, not to mention 'igher coins up to 'arf a sov'rin. Mind, I
promise nothing--I only say this: that those who show confidence in me
I'll reward beyond their utmost expectations.( _To an_ Agricultural
Labourer _in the circle._) 'Ere, you Sir, 'ave you ever seen me before
in all your life?

[Illustration:
"Concealed in each o' these small porcels is a prize o'
more or less value."]

_The Agricultural Labourer_ (_with a conscientious fear of committing
himself_). I _may_ 'ave.

_The Young Man._ You _may_ 'ave! '_Ave_ you? 'Ave _I_ ever seen _you_?
Come now!

_The Agr. L._ (_cautiously_). I carn't answer fur what you've _seen_,
Sir.

_The Y. M._ Well, are you a friend o' mine?

_The A. L._ (_after inward searchings_). Not as I'm aweer on.

_The Y. M._ Then take this packet.(_The_ A. L. _grins and hesitates._)
Give me a penny for it.(_The_ A. L. _hangs back._) Do as I _say_! (_His
tone is so peremptory that the_ A. L. _hastens to obey._) Now don't open
that till I tell you, and don't go away--or I shall throw the money
after yer. (_The_ A. L. _remains in meek expectation;_ Old Billy
Fairplay, _and a_ Spotty-faced Man, _happen to pass; and join the