From north, south, east, and west every man who had a shade of red in his hair had tramped into the city to answer the advertisement.
Fleet Street was choked with red-headed folk, and Pope's Court looked like a coster's orange barrow.

I should not have thought there were so many in the whole country as were brought together by that single advertisement.

Every shade of colour they were--straw, lemon, orange, brick, Irish-setter, liver, clay; but, as Spaulding said, there were not many who had the real vivid flame-coloured tint.

When I saw how many were waiting, I would have given it up in despair; but Spaulding would not hear of it.

How he did it I could not imagine, but he pushed and pulled and butted until he got me through the crowd, and right up to the steps which led to the office.