I know nothing more of her, except that in her maiden days when she left the house her mother always came to the door to look proudly after her.
How to describe the scene, when owing to the throng a boy could only peer at it between legs or through the crook of a woman's arm?
Shovel would have run up ploughmen to get his bird's-eye view, and he could have told Tommy what he saw, and Tommy could have made a picture of it in his mind, every figure ten feet high.

But perhaps to be lost in it was best.

You had but to dive and come up anywhere to find something amazing; you fell over a box of jumping-jacks into a new world.
Everyone to his taste.

If you want Tommy's sentiments, here they are, condensed: "The shows surpass everything else on earth.

Four streets of them in the square! The best is the menagerie, because there is the loudest roaring there.