'Let's have a look at you.

I thought it was you.' Thus invited, 'Grinder's lot' approached with redoubled speed and soon came up with the little party.
Mr Grinder's company, familiarly termed a lot, consisted of a young gentleman and a young lady on stilts, and Mr Grinder himself, who used his natural legs for pedestrian purposes and carried at his back a drum.

The public costume of the young people was of the Highland kind, but the night being damp and cold, the young gentleman wore over his kilt a man's pea jacket reaching to his ankles, and a glazed hat; the young lady too was muffled in an old cloth pelisse and had a handkerchief tied about her head.

Their Scotch bonnets, ornamented with plumes of jet black feathers, Mr Grinder carried on his instrument.
'Bound for the races, I see,' said Mr Grinder coming up out of breath.
'So are we.

How are you, Short ?' With that they shook hands in a very friendly manner.