The Brighton of my Boyhood 



their way through the dainty crowd to a 

 good stand for seeing, and once there, 

 they nodded, pipe in mouth, good-naturedly 



enough to their acquaintances among the 

 aristocracy. There, too, you might see the 

 wives and daughters of the townspeople, 

 prinked out in their very best, and all a-tiptoe 



