Hush! That's all.' 'Halloa! what are you up to, my dear ?' said Mr Codlin, raising his head, and yawning.

Then observing that his companion was fast asleep, he added in an earnest whisper, 'Codlin's the friend, remember--not Short.' 'Making some nosegays,' the child replied; 'I am going to try and sell some, these three days of the races.

Will you have one--as a present I mean ?' Mr Codlin would have risen to receive it, but the child hurried towards him and placed it in his hand.

He stuck it in his buttonhole with an air of ineffable complacency for a misanthrope, and leering exultingly at the unconscious Short, muttered, as he laid himself down again, 'Tom Codlin's the friend, by G--!' As the morning wore on, the tents assumed a gayer and more brilliant appearance, and long lines of carriages came rolling softly on the turf.

Men who had lounged about all night in smock-frocks and leather leggings, came out in silken vests and hats and plumes, as jugglers or mountebanks; or in gorgeous liveries as soft-spoken servants at gambling booths; or in sturdy yeoman dress as decoys at unlawful games.
Black-eyed gipsy girls, hooded in showy handkerchiefs, sallied forth to tell fortunes, and pale slender women with consumptive faces lingered upon the footsteps of ventriloquists and conjurors, and counted the sixpences with anxious eyes long before they were gained.