IN THE BUILDING.
An admiring group has collected before an enormous pin-cushion in
the form of a fat star, and about the size of a Church-hassock.
_First Soldier_ (_to his Companion_). Lot o' work in _that_, yer know!
_Second Soldier_. Yes. (_Thoughtfully_.) Not but what--(_becoming
critical_)--if I'd been doin' it _myself_, I should ha' chose pins
with smaller 'eds on 'em.
_First S._ (_regarding this as presumptuous_). You may depend on
it the man who made _that_ 'ad his reasons for choosing the pins he
did--but there's no pleasing some parties!
_Second S._ (_apologetically_). Well, I ain't denying the _Art_ in it,
am I?
_First Woman_. I _do_ call that 'andsome, SARAH. See, there's a star,
and two 'arps, and a crownd, and I don't know what all--and all done
in pins and beads! "Made by Bandsman BROWN," too!
[Reading placard.
_Second W._ Soldiers is that clever with their 'ands. Four pounds
seems a deal to ask for it, though.
_First W._ But look at the weeks it must ha' took him to do!
(_Reading.
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