"Here, ladies and gentlemen," said Sam, waving his hand politely towards the rocking-chair, "you see the great city of Lisbon, the capital of Portugal----" At this display of geographical accuracy Dot fairly cheered, and rocked herself to and fro in unmitigated enjoyment. "--as it appeared," continued the showman, "on the morning of November 1st, 1755." Never having had occasion to apply Mangnall's Questions to the exigencies of every-day life, this date in no way disturbed Dot's comfort. "In this house," Sam proceeded, "a party of Portuguese ladies of rank may be seen taking tea together." "_Breakfast_, you mean," said Dot; "you said it was in the morning, you know." [Illustration: "'Suddenly the ground split and opened with a fearful yawn.'"--_Page_ 5.] "Well, they took tea to their breakfast," said Sam. "Don't interrupt me, Dot. You are the audience, and you mustn't speak. Here you see the horses of the English ambassador out airing with his groom. There you see two peasants--no! they are _not_ Noah and his wife, Dot, and if you go on talking I shall shut up. I say they are peasants peacefully driving cattle. At this moment a rumbling sound startles every one in the city"--here Sam rolled some croquet balls up and down in a box, but the dolls sat as quiet as before, and Dot alone was startled,--"this was succeeded by a slight shock"--here he shook the table, which upset some of the buildings belonging to the German farm.--"Some houses fell."--Dot began to look anxious.--"This shock was followed by several others.--" "Take care," she begged--"of increasing magnitude--" "Oh, Sam!" Dot shrieked, jumping up, "you're breaking the china!--" "The largest buildings shook to their foundations,--" "Sam! Sam! the doll's house is falling," Dot cried, making wild efforts to save it: but Sam held her back with one arm, whilst with the other he began to pull at the boards which formed his table--"Suddenly the ground split and opened with a fearful yawn"--Dot's shrieks shamed the impassive dolls, as Sam jerked out the boards by a dexterous movement, and doll's house, brick buildings, the farm, the Swiss cottages, and the whole toy-stock of the nursery, sank together in ruins. Quite unabashed by the evident damage, Sam continued--"and in a moment the whole magnificent city of Lisbon was swallowed up. Dot! Dot! don't be a muff! What's the matter? It's splendid fun. Things must be broken sometime, and I'm sure it was exactly like the real thing. Dot! why don't you speak? Dot! my dear Dot! You don't care, do you? I didn't think you'd mind it so. It was such a splendid earthquake. Oh! try not to go on like that!" But Dot's feelings were far beyond her own control, much more that of Master Sam, at this moment. She was gasping and choking, and when at last she found breath it was only to throw herself on her face upon the floor with bitter and uncontrollable sobbing.