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had set in in very earnest ! Fifty a hundred if 

 you like organs playing different tunes at 

 once, cymbals and gongs clashing and roaring, 

 merry-go-rounds and whirligigs in full swing 

 and freighted with little men and women crow- 

 ing and screaming with pleasure, and the 

 gingerbread fairings blazing so as to make you 

 wink, and you will still have no idea what 

 Little Big Breeches saw at the fair. It wasn't 

 his first fair, he told me ; but he didn't re- 

 member the other, so it was quite as good. 

 Where shall we go first ? Ah ! this will suit 

 us. A dwarf, performing canaries, and jug- 

 gling the whole for a penny, and to begin 

 without delay. The tent is crowded with the 

 friends, coevals, and associates of Little Big 

 Breeches. Babies weren't forbidden ; on the 

 contrary, we made way both little Big 

 Breeches and I for two of the stareingest 

 babies in the world, who had gone into prema- 

 ture fits of enthusiasm merely at the lamps. A 

 few moments of thrilling suspense, and the 

 showman comes forward with a cage of canaries, 

 and proceeds to make them act for us. The 

 first canary play was a tragedy, and an execu- 



