The end is approaching: for the first time I notice some of the bolder Revellers begin to smile. At length re-enter the Giants, Great Grandfather Christmas & Co., and the Indians. They rescue Columbine from the fountain. Now I think I see the plot. I mention this to neighbour, triumphantly; but he says I mustn't talk while Royalty is leaving, as ELIZABETH wouldn't like it. So we join in "_God Save the Queen_!" and it's all over. _Exeunt omnes._ Must get a book. * * * * * WHIM-BUILDIN'. (_By Dumb Crambo, Junior._) [Illustration: Under Canvas.] [Illustration: Marks-man-ship.] [Illustration: Pay Villian.] [Illustration: Shooting from the Shoulder.] [Illustration: Sight Adjustor.] [Illustration: De finer.] * * * * * MORE JILLS IN OFFICE. SCENE--_Postal Counter of Shop in another part of Town._ _Two more Young Ladies_ (Miss RUTINA REDTAPE _and_ Miss MINKS) _discovered. At the counter a stout but agreeable Youth purchasing post-cards. Various Members of General Public behind, waiting._ Miss REDTAPE _is engaged at the telegraphic instrument_. _Stout but Agreeable Youth (to_ Miss MINKS). Let's have another look at the thin ones. _Miss Minks._ Well, you _are_ a difficult one to please! (_With a killing glance._) _There!_ Now, perhaps you'll make up your mind! _St. Y._ Not so difficult to please as you fancy. But I _am_ a little particular about post-cards. I write a good deal on post-cards. _Miss Minks (archly)._ I hope you don't write your _secrets_ on post-cards! _St. Y._ If I do, you'll be able to read 'em, you know. _Miss Minks._ Do you suppose I've any time for reading rubbish? Besides--(_more archly still_)--I don't even know your handwriting. _St. Y._ I write a very nice hand. You shall see it some day. _Impatient Member of Public._ Will you kindly tell me if this letter will go for a penny? (_Pathetically._) I've been waiting some time! _Miss Minks (in injured tone)._ I can't possibly attend to more than one at a time! (_To_ Stout Youth.) You'll get me into trouble, you see, if you're so faddy about choosing. You are so _silly_ over it! _St. Y._ I daresay you'll think it rather odd, but I don't seem able to make up my mind. (_Insinuatingly._) Suppose _you_ choose for me? _Miss Minks._ Perhaps you won't like what _I_ choose? _St. Y._ Don't make yourself at all uneasy about _that_. _Miss Minks (coquettishly)._ I don't. There's a packet of thick ones for you. Now, give me eightpence, and go away. _St. Y._ The idea of expecting a fellow to have _eight_-pence about him! _Another Impatient Member of Public._ Dozen penny stamps, Miss, please. _Miss Minks._ If you'll _kindly_ wait till I have finished with this gentleman! _St. Y. (in undertone)._ You _have_ finished with this gentleman--done for him completely!