_The New Comer._ Hor, hor, hor! D'jear that, JOE? Ten yards in three-quarters of an hour! What price snails, eh? Well, Sir, if that's _your_ ideer of amusin' yourself on a warm afternoon, it ain't mine, so you'll excuse me and my friend 'ere joinin' your little percession. Don't lose 'art, Sir, keep on at it. You'll _git_ there afore bedtime if you don't overexert yourselves. Take it easy now! [_They pass on with ribald laughter, to the general relief. Eventually, after infinite delay and maddening exhortations to "keep moving," the outer queue succeed to the barrier and to the unpopularity enjoyed by their predecessors._ ALONG THE BARRIER. Now we shan't be _nearly_ so squeeged, MINNIE! There's nothing partickler to look at just yet, except kerridges.... It's not the smallest use telling us to hurry, my good woman, because we can't move till those in front choose to go on.... Look at the 'arness, MINNIE--pretty 'arness, ain't it? with their crest on it and all!... Well, I call it shabby givin' 'em a kerridge without even so much as a old moke to dror it. I'd ha' done it 'ansome, or not at all.... Lor, look at the dust on all the furniture--it _will_ want cleanin' up!... That's a beautiful gong, MINNIE; see, that's the thing they 'it it with.... Ain't that a comfortable looking chair in red moroccer? That'll be for the 'all porter to set in, I expect--there's a 'at in it. Lor no, my dear, it 'ud ha' been a better lookin' 'at than what that is, if it was one of the presents, depend on it! There's a weighin' machine.... Fancy goin' and givin' them a thing like that! Oh, I expect it's for them to weigh theirselves with. Ah, 'ere come the _Jewels_ now. Now we _shall_ see somethink!... I don't see _our_ present yet, do you, 'ARRIET? There's old Uncle BILL'S. See, that dimond and pearl necklace. Well, if they ain't gone and put it down as "Persented by six 'undred and fifty ladies of England!" And the old man savin' up his screw for weeks for it--he _will_ be 'urt when he 'ears of it! Some bloke's gone and given 'em a pillar-post box. I thought of sendin' the one at our corner, on'y it wouldn't come out easy: and what with the copper bein' on his beat--why, I decided I'd give 'em somethink else.... Walking-sticks? Why, he wouldn't want more if he was a--a centipede!... I wonder where they'll _put_ all the things, I'm sure! 'Ullo, a pearl and dimond tiarer, made o' cardboard. I 'ope they thanked 'im nicely for _that_! Why, that's on'y a model, like. Well, and a very good model, too, what I call eckernomical.... Look at those _lovely_ toast-racks!... LAVENDER, what a magnificent old mirror!--Elizabethan, I expect. I wonder who gave _that?_... Oh, me and 'ARRIET give 'er _that_, mum.... Oh, dear, I wish I was them, to have all these presents.... Why, my dear, it doesn't matter to _them_--they have everything lovely as it is!... 'ARRIET, when you and me git married, we'll 'ave a show of all _our_ presents--not 'ere,