_Close under the Parade Watt a large circle has been formed, consisting chiefly of Women on chairs and camp-stools, with an inner ring of small children, who are all patiently awaiting the arrival of a troupe of Niggers. At the head of one of the flights of steps leading up to the Parade, a small and shrewish Child-nurse is endeavouring to detect and recapture a pair of prodigal younger Brothers, who have given her the slip._ _Sarah_ (_to herself_). Wherever can them two plegs have got to? (_Aloud; drawing a bow at a venture_) ALBERT! 'ENERY! Come up 'ere this minnit. _I_ see yer! _'Enery_ (_under the steps--to Albert_). I say--d'ye think she _do_?--'cos if-- _Albert_. Not she! Set tight. [_They sit tight._] _Sarah_ (_as before_). 'ENERY! ALBERT! You've bin and 'alf killed little GEORGIE between yer! _'Enery_ (_moved, to Albert_). Did you 'ear that, BERT? It wasn't _me_ upset him--was it now? _Albert_ (_impenitent_). 'Oo cares! The Niggers'll be back direckly. _Sarah_. AL-BERT! 'ENERY! Your father's bin down 'ere once after you. You'll _ketch_ it! _Albert_ (_sotto voce_). Not till Father ketches _us_, we shan't. Keep still, 'ENERY--we're all right under 'ere! _Sarah_ (_more diplomatically_). 'ENERY! ALBERT! Father's bin and left a 'ap'ny apiece for yer. Ain't yer comin' up for it? If yer don't want it, why, stay where you are, that's all! _Albert_ (_to 'Enery_). I _knoo_ we 'adn't done nothin'. An' I'm goin' up to git that ap'ny, I am. _'Enery_. So'm I. [_They emerge, and ascend the steps--to be pounced upon immediately by the ingenious SARAH._ _Sarah_. 'Ap'ny, indeed! You won't git no 'apence _'ere, I_ can tell yer--so jest you come along 'ome with me! [Illustration: "Come to these legs!"] [_Exeunt ALBERT and 'ENERY, in captivity, as the Niggers enter the circle._