Toseeouryoungmen，brightlydressedandcigarettesalight，wheelingofftotherendezvous，Grubbguidingthelady’smachinebesidehimwithoneskilfulhandandBertteuf—teuffingsteadily，wastorealisehowpluckmaytriumphevenoverinsolvency。Theirlandlord，thebutcher，said，\"Gurr，\"astheypassed，andshouted，\"Goit！\"inaloud，savagetonetotheirrecedingbacks。
Muchtheycared！
Theweatherwasfine，andthoughtheywereontheirwaysouthwardbeforenineo’clock，therewasalreadyagreatmultitudeofholidaypeopleabroadupontheroads。Therewerequantitiesofyoungmenandwomenonbicyclesandmotor—bicycles，andamajorityofgyroscopicmotor—carsrunningbicycle—fashionontwowheels，mingledwithold—fashionedfour—wheeledtraffic。BankHolidaytimesalwaysbringoutoldstored—awayvehiclesandoddpeople;onesawtricarsandelectricbroughamsanddilapidatedoldracingmotorswithhugepneumatictyres。Onceourholiday—
makerssawahorseandcart，andonceayouthridingablackhorseamidstthebadinageofthepassersby。Andtherewereseveralnavigablegasair—ships，nottomentionballoons，intheair。Itwasallimmenselyinterestingandrefreshingafterthedarkanxietiesoftheshop。Ednaworeabrownstrawhatwithpoppies，thatsuitedheradmirably，andsatinthetrailerlikeaqueen，andtheeight—year—oldmotor—bicycleranlikeathingofyesterday。
LittleitseemedtomattertoMr。BertSmallwaysthatanewspaperplacardproclaimed:——