FIRST M. Do? oh, mind the bloomin' staircase, and chuck out them as don' beyave themselves. A RESTLESS LADY (_to her husband_). Harry, I don't like this place at all. I'm sure we could see better somewhere else. Do let's try and squeeze in somewhere lower down.... No, this is worse--that _horrid_ tobacco! Suppose we cross over to the Palace? [_They do so._ A POLICEMAN. Too late to cross now, Sir--go back, please. [_They go back and take up a position in front of the crowd on the curbstone._ THE R. L. There, we shall see beautifully here, Harry. A CRUSTY MATRON (_talking at the_ R. L. _and her husband_). Well, I'm sure, some persons have got a cheek, coming in at the last minnit and standing in front of those that have stood here hours--that's lady-like, I _don't_ think! Nor yet, I didn't come here to have my eye poked out by other parties' pairosols. [_Continues in this strain until the R. L. can stand it no longer, and urges her husband to depart._ CHORUS OF POLICEMEN. Pass along there, please, one way _or_ the other--keep moving there, Sir. THE R. L. But where are we to _go_--we must stand _somewhere_? A POLICEMAN. Can't stand anywhere 'ere, Mum. [_The unhappy couple are passed on from point to point, until they are finally hemmed in at a spot from which it is impossible to see anything whatever._ HARRY. If you had only been content to stay where you were at first, we should have been all right! THE R. L. Nonsense, it is all your fault, you _are_ the most hopeless person to go anywhere with. Why didn't you tell one of those policemen _who we were_? HARRY. Why? Well, because I didn't see one who looked as if it would interest him, if you want to know. THE ROYAL CARRIAGES ARE APPROACHING. CHORUS OF LOYAL LADIES OF VARIOUS AGES. There--they're clearing the way--the Prince and Princess won't be long now. Here's the Life Guards' Band--don't they look byootiful in those dresses? Won't that poor drummer's arms ache to-morrow? This is the escort coming now.... 'Ere come the Royalties. Don't push so, Polly, you can see without that!... There, that was the Prince in the first one--did yer see him, Polly? Oh, yes, leastwise I see the end of a cocked 'at, which I took to be 'im. Yes, _that_ was 'im right enough.... There goes the Princess--_wasn't_ she looking nice? I couldn't exactly make out which was her and which was the two young Princesses, they went by all in a flash like, but they _did_ look nice!... 'Ere's another Royalty in this kerridge--'oo will she be, I wonder? Oh, I expect it would be the old Duchess of----No, I don't think it was _'er_,--she wasn't looking pleasant enough,--and she's dead, too.... Now they have got inside--'ark at them playing bits of _God Save the Queen_. Well, I'm glad I've seen it. A SON (_to cheery old Lady_). 'Ow are you gettin' on, Mother, eh? CH. O. L. First-rate, thankee, John, my boy. SON. You ain't tired standing about so long?