The drowsiness of beer had stretched various hulks under trees.

Ponderous cricket lumbered half-alive.

Flabby fun knocked-up a yell.

And it was rather vexatious to see girls dancing in good time to the band-music.
One had a male-partner, who hopped his loutish burlesque of the thing he could not do.
Apparently, too certainly, none but the girls had a notion of orderly muscular exercise.

Of what use are girls! Girls have their one mission on earth; and let them be healthy by all means, for the sake of it; only, they should not seem to prove that old England is better represented on the female side.