_The Bloated G._ Yer right there, Guv'nor--it's bin a lesson to _me_, I know that. 'Ere, will you come and 'ave a whiskey-sour along of me and my friend 'ere'? BEFORE A MODEL REPRESENTING AN EXECUTION. _A Daughter_. But _why_ won't you 'put a penny into this one, Father? _The Father_ (_firmly_). Because I don't approve of Capital Punishment, my dear. _A Cultivated Person_. An execution--"put a penny in; bell tolls--gates open--scaffold shown with gallows. Executioner pulls bolt--black flag"--dear, dear--most degrading, shocking taste! (_To his Friend._) Oh, of course, I'll wait, if you want to see it--not got a penny? Let me see--yes, _I_ can lend you one. (_He does; the penny is put in--nothing happens._) Out of order, I suppose--scandalous! and nobody to speak to about it--_most_ discreditable! Stop--what's this? (_A sort of woolly beat is audible inside the prison; the C.P. beams._) That's the bell tolling--it's all right, it's working! [_It works._ _Another Spectator_. Very well done, that was--but they 'urried it over a little too quick. I scarcely saw the man 'ung at all! _His Companion_. Put in another penny, and p'raps you'll see him cut down, old chap. BEFORE THE FAIRY FORTUNE-TELLER'S GROTTO. _Susan Jane_ (_to her Soldier_.) Oh, ain't that pretty? I should like to know what _my_ fortune is. [_She feels in her pocket._ _The Soldier_ (_who disapproves of useless expenditure_). Ain't you put in enough bloomin' pennies? _Susan Jane_. This is the last. (_Reads Directions_.) Oh, you've got to set the finger on the dial to the question you want answered, and then put your penny in. What shall I ask her? _Soldier_. Anyone would think you meant to go by the answer, to hear you talk! _Susan Jane_. P'raps I do. (_Coquettishly, as she sets the index to a printed question._) Now, you mustn't look. I won't 'ave _you_ see what I ask! _Soldier_ (_loftily_). _I_ don't want to look, I tell yer--it's nothing to me. _Susan Jane_. But you _are_ looking--I saw you. [_A curious and deeply interested crowd collects around them._ _Soldier_. Honour bright, I ain't seen nothing. Are you going to be all night over this 'ere tomfoolery? [_SUSAN JANE puts in a penny, blushing and tittering; a faint musical tinkle is heard from the case, and the little fairies begin to revolve in a solemn and mystic fashion; growing excitement of crowd. A pasteboard bower falls aside, revealing a small disc on which a sentence is inscribed._ _Person in Crowd_ (_reading slowly over SUSAN JANE's shoulder_). "Yus; 'e is treuly worthy of your love." _Crowd_ (_delighted_). That's worth a penny to know, _ain't_ it, Miss? _Your_ mind's easy now! It's the soldier she was meanin'. Ah,_'e_ ought to feel satisfied too, after that! &c., &c. [_Confusion of SUSAN JANE._ _Soldier_ (_as he departs with S.J._). Well, yer know, there's something _in_ these things, when all's said! IN DEPARTING.