_Mr. C. R._ Five bob? You're a artful girl, _you_ are! "_Fang de Seakale_," and no error! But I'm _on_ it; it's worth the money to 'ave a flower fastened in by such fair 'ands. I won't 'owl--not even if you _do_ run a pin into me.... What? You ain't done a'ready! No _'urry_, yer know.... 'Ere, won't you come along to the refreshment-stall, and 'ave a little something at my expense. Do! _Miss D'Aut._ I think you must imagine you are talking to a barmaid! _Mr. C. R._ (_with gallantry_). I on'y wish barmaids was 'alf as pleasant and sociable as _you_, Miss. But they're a precious stuck-up lot, _I_ can assure you! _Miss D'Aut._ (_to herself, as she escapes_). I suppose one ought to put up with this sort of thing--for a charity! _Mrs. Babbicombe_ (_at the Toy Stall, to the Belle of the Bazaar, aged three-and-a-half_). You _perfect_ duck! You're simply too _sweet!_ I _must_ find you something. (_She tempers generosity with discretion by presenting her with a small pair of knitted doll's socks._) There, darling! _The Belle's Mother._ What do you say to the kind lady now, MARJORY? _Marjory_ (_a practical young person, to the donor_). Now div me a dolly to put ve socks on. [Mrs. B. _finds herself obliged to repair this omission_. _A Young Lady Raffler_ (_to a_ Young Man). Do take a ticket for this charmin' _sachet_. Only half-a-crown! _The Young Man._ Delighted! If you'll put in for this _splendid_ cigar cabinet. Two shillin's! [_The_ Young Lady _realises that she has encountered an Augur, and passes on_. _Miss de M._ (_to_ Mr. ISTHMIAN GATWICK). Can't I tempt you with this tea-cosy? It's so absurdly cheap! _Mr. Isthmian Gatwick_ (_with dignity_). A-thanks; I think not. Never _take_ tea, don't you know. _Miss de M._ (_with her characteristic adaptability_). Really? No more do _I_. But you could use it as a _smoking-cap_, you know. I always---- [_Recollects herself, and breaks off in confusion._ _Miss Ophelia Palmer_ (_in the "Wizard's Care"--to_ Mr. CADNEY ROWSER). Yes, your hand indicates an intensely refined and spiritual nature; you are perhaps a _little_ too indifferent to your personal comfort where that of others is concerned; sensitive--too much so for your own happiness, perhaps--you feel things keenly when you _do_ feel them. You have lofty ambitions and the artistic temperament--seven and sixpence, please. _Mr. C. R._ (_impressed_). Well, Miss, if you can read all that for seven and six on the palm of my 'and, I wonder what you _wouldn't_ see for 'alf a quid on the sole o' my boot! [Miss P.'s _belief in Chiromancy sustains a severe shock_. _Bobbie Patterson_ (_outside tent, as Showman_). This way to the Marvellous Jumping Bean from Mexico! Threepence! _Voice from Tent._ BOBBIE! Stop! The Bean's _lost!_ Lady HONOR'S horrid Thought-reading Poodle has just stepped in and swallowed it.