_First Or._ I am the "Friends of the Horny Hands of Labour." _Pol. In._ (_after referring to note-book_). Ah, I _thought_ I was right. Your application came in second, Sir--the "Decayed Washerwomen" got in before you. Look here. (_Pointing out regulation._) "Not more than one Meeting shall be allowed at the same time, and if notices of two or more Meetings are given for the same day, preference shall be given to that Meeting of which notice shall have been first received." So you see, Sir, you are not in it. Better luck next time. There is another Bank Holiday six months hence. _First Or._ But the "Decayed Washerwomen" are not here, and I-- _Pol. In._ Very sorry. Sir, but you must move on. (First Orator _disappears with grumbling followers_.) I say, BILL, I do really think these regulations are working quite pleasantly. _Bill_ (_a subordinate_). Yes, Sir. _Second Orator._ (_entering hurriedly, accompanied by some aged females_). Here, I say, where are we to make speeches? _Pol. In._ (_genially_). Nowhere, unless you have the proper authority. Who may you be when you are at home? _Second Or._ (_fussily_). Why, the "Decayed Washerwomen," to be sure. Now, look sharp, and find us a place to deliver speeches. You know you _must_ do it, by order of the-- _Pol. In._ Yes, I know. Well, what do you say to the top of that lamp-post? _Second Or._ Now, none of your chaff. Mind, you are the servants of the public, and-- _Pol. In._ Yes--but don't deliver a speech to me--I am not a "Decayed Washerwoman." _Chorus of Indignant Females._ We should think not. It would be a good thing if you were! _Second Or._ Now, look sharp. We have been longer coming than we expected. The cabs and omnibuses were so troublesome. Now, where shall I stand? _Pol. In._ (_considering_). Well, I think you would be out of the way if you got up there, and spoke to them down below. [_Points out elevated position in front of the National Gallery._ _Second Or._ But they won't be able to see, much less to hear me! _Pol. In._ Can't help that. The Commissioners of Her Majesty's Works and Public Buildings don't provide telescopes nor yet ear-trumpets.--_Bill_ (_saluting_). Sunset, Sir! _Pol. In._ There, you see! Thought you would be too late. Time's up. Glad to see you another day. But now--move on! [_And the Police Regulations are obeyed. Curtain._ * * * * *