_The Female Sightseer_ (_anxious to please_). They've done that 'alf-moon very well, haven't they? _Voice of Showman_ (_addressing the Illusions_). Now then, 'urry up there--we're all waiting for you. [_The face of "Atalanta, the Silver Queen of the Moon," appears, strongly illuminated, inside the glass-box, and regards the spectators with an impassive contempt--greatly to their confusion._ _The Male S._ (_in a propitiatory tone_). Not a bad-looking girl, is she? _Atalanta, the Queen of the Moon (to the Oriental Beauty in next compartment_). Polly, when these people are gone, I wish you'd fetch me my work! [_The Sightseers move on, feeling crushed. In the second compartment the upper portion of a female is discovered, calmly knitting in the centre of a small table, the legs of which are distinctly visible._ _The Female S._ Why, wherever has the _rest_ of her got to? _The Oriental Beauty_ (_with conscious superiority_). That's what you've got to find out. [_They pass on to interview "Galatea, or Pygmalion's Dream," whose compartment is as yet enveloped in obscurity._ _A Youthful Showman_ (_apparently on familiar terms with all the Illusions_). Ladies and Gentlemen, I shell now 'ave the honour of persentin' to you the wonderful Galatear, or Livin' Statue; you will 'ave an oppertoonity of 'andling the bust for yourselves, which will warm before your eyes into living flesh, and the lovely creecher live and speak. 'Ere, look sharp, carn't yer'! [_To_ Galatea. _Pygmalion's Dream_ (_from the mystic gloom_). Wait a bit, till I've done warming my 'ands. Now you can turn the lights up ... there, you've bin and turned 'em _out_ now, stoopid! _The Y.S._ Don't you excite yourself. I know what I'm doin'. (_Turns the lights up, and reveals a large terra-cotta Bust._) At my request, this young lydy will now perceed to assoom the yew and kimplexion of life itself. Galatear, will you oblige us by kindly coming to life? [_The Bust vanishes, and is replaced by a decidedly earthly Young Woman in robust health._ _The Y.S._ Thenk you. That's all I wanted of yer. Now, will you kindly return to your former styte? [_The Young Woman transforms herself into a hideous Skull._ _The Y.S._ (_in a tone of remonstrance_). No--no, not that ridiklous fice! We don't want to see what yer will be--it's very _loike_ yer, I know, but still--(_The Skull changes to the Bust._) Ah, that's more the stoyle! (_Takes the Bust by the neck and hands it round for inspection._) And now, thenking you for your kind attention, and on'y orskin' one little fyvour of you, that is, that you will not reveal 'ow it is done, I will now bid you a very good evenin', Lydies and Gentlemen! _The F.S._ (_outside_). It's wonderful how they can do it all for threepence, isn't it? We haven't seen _She_ yet! _Her Comp._ What, 'aven't you seen wonders enough? Come on, then. But you _are_ going it, you know!