Words could be distinguished.
''Ere's a guy!' 'This ain't November.

That ain't no guy.

It's a ballet lady, that's what it is.' 'Not it--it's a bloomin' looney, I tell you.' Then came a clear voice that they knew.
'Retire, slaves!' it said.
'What's she a saying of ?' cried a dozen voices.

'Some blamed foreign lingo,' one voice replied.
The children rushed to the door.

A crowd was on the road and pavement.
In the middle of the crowd, plainly to be seen from the top of the steps, were the beautiful face and bright veil of the Babylonian Queen.
'Jimminy!' cried Robert, and ran down the steps, 'here she is!' 'Here!' he cried, 'look out--let the lady pass.