A HARD-WORKING three weeks has H.R.H. had of it. Morning, noon, and night, here, there, and everywhere. _Mr. Punch_ was glad to see that H.R.H. took his advice, given last week, and immediately visited the Crystal Palace. The Fireworks were first-rate. The Prospect was brilliant. Good omen for the C.P. If the B.P. could only get to the C.P. in twenty minutes from Victoria, by Palace trains every twenty-five minutes after a certain time in the afternoon, the future chances of prosperity for the Palace would be considerably increased. By the way, we thought we noticed some people, who had nothing to do with the fireworks, speaking to the Lighters--the de-lighters--while in the execution of their duty. If so, this ought to be stopped, and a notice put up,--"You are requested not to speak to the Man at the (Catherine) Wheel." * * * * * JILLS IN OFFICE. SCENE--_Portion of a Stationer's Shop, used as Post Office. Two Young Ladies (let them be distinguished as_ Miss CROSS and Miss ORTY) _discovered behind wire-screen. At opening of scene, the public is composed exclusively of the gentler sex, and the demeanour of_ Miss C. and Miss O. _though firm, is not positively forbidding. Lady Customers, having despatched their business move away, leaving the coast clear to three_ MILD MEN, _who advance to screen with a meekness designed to propitiate. Instant transformation in both_ Miss C. and Miss O., _who gaze at them through screen with air of visitors at the Zoo who are not fond of animals_. _First Mild Man (with apologetic cough)._ Oh, good-day! [_Slight pause._ _Miss Cross to Miss Orty (in continuation of an interrupted anecdote)._ Yes, I said it to him just like that--it made me so wild! _Miss Orty._ I shouldn't have taken any notice if it had been me. _First M. M._ Can you oblige me with six stamps, if you please? [Miss Orty, _without looking at him, opens drawer, tears off six stamps, and tosses them contemptuously underneath the screen_. _Second Mild Man._ Oh, I beg your pardon, I just called in to inquire---- (Miss C. and Miss O. _regard him stonily, which has effect of disconcerting him to some extent_). I--I ... there were some books I sent off by Parcels Post from this Office the other day ... you may remember it?--they were all in white wrappers. (Miss C. _and_ Miss O. _wear the resigned look of people who feel themselves in for a dull story_.) Some of my friends, er--I have been given to understand, that two of the parcels have--well, failed to arrive as yet.... Could you kindly---- _Miss O. to Miss C. (with lifted eyebrows)._ Know anything about the books? _Miss C. shakes her head in scornful repudiation, whereupon Miss Orty selects a printed form, which she jerks towards Second M. M._ Fill up that, and send it in to the Postmaster-General. _Second M. M._ But are you quite sure they have not been mislaid _here_? You see they are small books, and it struck me perhaps--er----