However one accident happened--somethink always does happen wherever we go. My second was beautifully dressed--all after one of the Magaseens, and quite unlike any body else--and somehow or other--I dont know whether it was the whet or what--but part of her close tumbled off; however the Bows which was about thought it was one of her sleeves, and nobody cared except her husband Mounsheer, who was quite in a bustle at loosing anything, and _would_ make her tell him all about it, because he was terrified at seeing her so very much reduced in figger in so short a space of time--Mounsheer got it back from one of the Artillery Bumbardeers which was in the garden to watch the river for fear it should get dry--howsoever there was plenty of water this time. Well, B., after we had eat in four places, and tried for the fifth, but could get nothing but the bottoms of Hams, which Fulmer twisted into "Hamsbottoms," and made it rhyme to my name, we went out just for a minuet, thinking the rein had sopsided; but we had scarce got out of the heating place when down it come agin, and we was obliged to run for it--(I don't run very expedishus at any time, much less after what I had eat)--and got into what is called the committee-room, a place as dark as pitch, and smelling like a seed shop; indeed I never seed such a place in my life; and there was the Tyrrelease Pheasants, and sich a silly gull a asking them all manner of foolish questions about their singeing their Tyrrellease kitches or whatever they are. This warn't lost upon Fulmer--and I have preserved that virse-- "God save the King was the best of the shew for us, And it was greeted with loyalty's roar; But when they sang the words 'Long to _rain_ over us,' Nature herself seemed to call an _encore_. 'Twas in the committee room, Dark as a city room, By no means a pretty room, Close to the gate; Amongst the complainers, Thus warbled the Rainers, Most apt entertainers, For Saturday's _Fete_."