_Two Ladies (from the country)._ Those Policemen is like so many parrots, with their "Keep moving;" they don't give you time for a good look! _That's_ a handsome pair of jugs the Crown Prince and Princess give her, a little like the pair old Mr. SPUDDER won with his Shorthorns at the Show, don't you think? Only more elaborate, p'raps. Tell me if you can see the Cake anywhere, my dear. I don't want to go away, and not see _that!_ _Intelligent Visitor._ That's a curious thing, now. Look at that label, "Presented by----" and the name left blank! _A Jocular Visitor (seeing an opportunity)._ Too bad, MARIA! I'm sure we wrote our names plainly enough! [_Sensation amongst bystanders, who regard the couple with respectful interest._ _Maria (who considers this trifling with a serious subject)._ If I had known you were going to be so _foolish_, GEORGE, I should not have come! [_Collapse of_ GEORGE. _A Practical Visitor._ Now, there's a neat idea--d'ye see? A crown, made all out of tobaccer. There's some _sense_ in giving a thing like that! _The Jocular Visitor (reviving at sight of embroidered Child's Frock in case)._ Pretty costume, that, eh, MARIA? But do you think HER GRACIOUS MAJESTY will ever be able to _get it on?_ _Maria (horrified)._ I tell you what it is, GEORGE, if you go on making these stupid jokes, you will get us both turned out--if not _worse!_ I'm sure that Policeman heard! _Loyal Old Lady._ They've given her scent, and little brass-nailed boots, and cotton reels enough to set her up for life. But there, she deserves it all, bless her! _Party of Philistines (to one another.)_ You don't want to go in there--there's only a lot of water-colours presented by the British Institute. Let's see if we can find the Jubilee Cake! FINAL TABLEAU.--AT THE GENERAL EXIT. _Crush of enthusiastic Britons, gazing at a gigantic ornament from the Jubilee Cake. Various exclamations._ "All of it pure sugar, I shouldn't wonder!"--"What do you think of _that_ for a cake, JEMMY?"--"Lift JOEY up to have a look!"--"Well, I do call that grand!" _Loyal Old Lady (forcing her way to the front--disappointedly)._ But that's only the _trimmings!_ _A Bystander (correctively)._ You can't expect any Cake to keep long, with so many in the family; and, even as it is, you get some ideer what it must have been! _All (deeply impressed)._ Ah, you do, indeed--you get that! Well, I'm glad I came; I shan't forget this as long as I live! [_Exeunt awestruck--their places are taken by others, who gaze long and respectfully on the Cake. Scene closes in._ * * * * * BOB SAWYER REDIVIVUS. (_At the Middlesex Hospital._) Just been given what the newspapers call "the privileges and status of a true Collegian,"--in other words find I'm no longer to be allowed to live in the jolly old free-and-easy way, in one's own diggings, but am to be boxed up inside the Hospital instead! Hang the Authorities! Should like to cup them all.