_A Socialist._ Ah, you're right. Did you year what one of the Orators said in the Square the other afternoon? He told 'em Sir CHARLES would 'ave to be as wide awake as what he was 'imself, to prevent a Unemployed Demonstration to-day. "Let him remember," says he, "it's in our power to do that within arf a mile of the Mansion House, which would make the 'ole civilised world ring with 'orror," he says. And it's men like that as they're trying to silence and intimerdate! _The P. P.'s (edging away a little nervously, to one another)._ Well, I hope the Police are keeping a sharp look-out. I--I don't seem to see so many about as usual, eh? _A Speculator_ (with two tubs and a board) to Female P._ 'Ere you are, lydy, hony two shellin' fur a fust-rate stand--you won't see no better if you was to pay a suvring! _Female P._ You may say what you _like_, but I'm not going to tramp about any longer, and if you're so mean as to grudge two shillings--why, I can pay for myself! _Husb._ Oh, hang it--get up if you want to! _The Practical P._ Well, MARIA, it's no use worrying _now_--we must go and ask at the Police-Stations afterwards--it was a mistake to bring them! _The Patriotic P._ Of course one is _told_ there's a good deal of rough horse-play on these occasions, but anything more entirely---- [_A "larrikin" comes up behind and "bashes" his hat in; a string of playful youths seize each other by the waist and rush in single file through crowd, upsetting everybody in their way; both the_ Patriotic Pleasure-seekers _go home by the Underground, without waiting for the Procession_. _The Female P. (on the stand)._ JOHN, I'm sure this board isn't safe. We should see ever so much better on one of those carts--they're only asking sixpence, JOHN. You _are_ the worst person to come out with--you never give yourself the smallest trouble--I have to do it all! _You_ can stop here if you choose, _I'm_ going to get into one of those carts! [_She and_ JOHN _descend, and mount upon a coal-cart which is being driven slowly along the route_. _Later; Procession approaching, distant music._ _Crowd (jumping up and down like "skip-jacks" to see better)._ 'Ere they are, they're coming! [_The way is cleared by trotting mounted Constables._ _Stout Lady._ Well, if I wanted to faint ever so, I couldn't now--where are you, my dear? _Another Stout Lady (cheerfully)._ I'm all right, Mrs. PORTER, Mum. I've got tight 'old of this nice young Perliceman's belt--don't you fret yourself about me! _Experienced Sightseer (catching hold of little_ DUGGIE _and placing him in front, then pushing forward_). Make room for this little boy, will you, please, I want him to see. _Crowd good-naturedly make way, affording unimpeded view of procession to_ DUGGIE--_and the_ Experienced Sightseer, _who troubles himself no further_. _A Superior Sightseer._ To think of the traffic of the first city in the world being stopped for this contemptible tomfoolery!