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what is more, a barrel organ) bleated a waltz, 

 and we stood and admired a lion devouring a 

 hunter (with room for the hunter and his 

 horse in his open jaws), and the Fat Woman 

 from Wales, and the cat blowing the fire with 

 the bellows. And a little further on (still 

 within the sound of that ravishing instrument) 

 we gazed at the portrait of Miss Spencer, who 

 wears neither legs nor arms, but who, as the 

 bill said (which Little Big Breeches could not 

 read, but I could, and in this I had an advan- 

 tage over him perhaps), " was so gifted by the 

 beneficent Creator that she does all kinds of 

 work with her toes." Up to this period Little 

 Big Breeches was stoically silent ; but, arriving 

 at a quarter devoted to donkeys on hire, he 

 emitted a loud Yo-ho ! directed to one of the 

 animals, who exhibited a slight token of being 

 alive. The animal was in charge of a woman, 

 who, seeing the taste of Big Breeches, offered 

 -him a ride for a penny, and then abated her 

 demand one half. Paying for his pleasure 

 beforehand with a sigh, Little Big Breeches 

 mounted the ass, and was disgusted to find 

 that there was no galloping in the bargain, and 



