_A Group has collected round a Gigantic Arm in red granite._
_First Sightseer_. There's a _arm_ for yer!
_Second S._ (_a humorist_). Yes; 'ow would yer like to 'ave _that_
come a punching your 'ed?
_Third S._ (_thoughtfully_). I expect they've put it up 'ere as a
sample, like.
_The Moralising Matron_. How it makes one realise that there were
giants in those days!
_Her Friend_. But surely the size must be a _little_ exaggerated,
don't you think? Oh, is _this_ the God Ptah?
[_The M.M. says nothing, but clicks her tongue to express a
grieved pity, after which she passes on._
_The_ Intelligent Artisan _and his_ Fiancee _have entered the Nineveh
Gallery, and are regarding an immense human-headed winged bull._
_The I.A._ (_indulgently_). Rum-looking sort o' beast that ere.
_Fiancee_. Ye-es--I wonder if it's a likeness of some animal they used
to 'ave then?
_The I.A._ I _did_ think you was wider than _that_!--it's on'y
imaginative. What 'ud be the good o' wings to a bull?
_Fiancee_ (_on her defence_). You think you know so much--but it's got
a man's 'ed, hain't it? and I know there used to be _'orses_ with 'alf
a man where the 'ed ought to be, because I've seen their pictures--so
there!
_The I.A._ I dunno what you've got where _your_ 'ed ought to be,
torking such rot!
IN THE UPPER GALLERIES; ETHNOGRAPHICAL COLLECTION.
_A Grim Governess_ (_directing a scared small boy's attention to a
particularly hideous mask_).
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