art-horses. Chaff abounds, as might be expected_.

_Cabman in Box Coat_ (_To_ INDIGNANT GENTLEMAN, _who with much dignity
has just deposited his luggage in a costermonger's cart, after
reiterated threats of legal vengeance on the Company_.) Ollo!
Guv'nor--ow's greens?

[INDIGNANT GENT _retorts by a withering look, but wisely abstains from
a reply_.

_Cabman (in fustian jacket and ditto)._ Here's your hout-an-hout
accommodation--Sixpence a mile--ho!

_Cabman in velveteen (pointing to a wheelbarrow, to which is consigned
the luggage of a despairing mother, including three babies)._ Hall
alive, oh! alive, oh! Pen--ny--win--kles--hall alive, oh!

_Cabman (in dress coat, with straw-band to his hat)._ Wot'll you take
for the babbies, Marm?

_Waterman (in clogs and maudlin)._ Ax MUSTER FITZROY to step up, some on
yer, and look at this 'ere.

_Chorus of Cabmen (with prolonged howl of execration)._ Y--a--a--h!

_Satirical Cabman_ (_to_ ARISTOCRATIC OLD GENTLEMAN, _who has just
ascended a small, but highly unctuous butcher's cart, in a state of
concentrated bitterness_). Heasy over the stones with that 'ere
cat's-meat, Butcher.

_Aristocratic Old Gentleman (starting up in the cart)._ What's that you
say, you blackguard?

_Chorus of Cabmen._ Cat's-meat--cat's-meat!

[THE ARISTOCRATIC OLD GENTLEMAN _retires from the unequal contest, and
allows his pride to fall with his fortunes_.

_Driver of Butcher's Cart._ Where to, Sir?

_Aristocratic Old Gentleman._ 115, Eaton Square. No--stop at 110.

_Satiric Cabman._ Mind you ring the hairy bell, old feller--Cat's-meat!

_Bitter Cabman._ And mind yer, if he stops to call at the Pallis, it's
sixpence for hevery kervarter you waits--Butcher.

_Chorus of Cabmen (saluting the departure of the butcher's cart)._
Ya--a--ah! Cow Cross--Sharpe's Alley! Ya--ah!

[_At this moment appears the Luggage of_ THE UNPROTECTED, _followed by
her disconsolate self. She is hailed by the Cabmen._

_1st Cabman._ Ollo--Marm--you've forgotten your pattings.

_2nd Cabman._ And there ain't no Cabs--'acos we're a takin' it
hairystercratic, we are!

_Cheery Porter (tumbling down the luggage)._ Now--Ma'am--if you look
sharp--you'll soon get a carriage--I dessay.

_Unprotected Female._ Oh, but couldn't you help me--if you please!

_1st Cabman (delighted with her distress)._ Here's furnitur! First floor
to let with the sticks! What d'ye ask a week, Marm--for the use of the
flower-pot