Mightily relieved, I beheld the band resuming their instruments, for the cheering resembled a senseless beating on brass shields.

I felt that we English could do it better.

Temple from across the sector of the circle, running about two feet in front of the statue, called aloud, 'Richie! he's not here!' 'Not here!' cried I.
The people gazed up at us, wondering at the tongue we talked.
'Richie! now let 's lead these fellows off with a tiptop cheer!' Little Temple crowed lustily.
The head of the statue turned from Temple to me.
I found the people falling back with amazed exclamations.

I--so prepossessed was I--simply stared at the sudden-flashing white of the statue's eyes.

The eyes, from being an instant ago dull carved balls, were animated.