36/41 'I see my feet in beastly sandals as plain as plain.' 'All that goot food wasted,' said old Mr Levinstein. A bad tream--a bad tream.' The Members of the Stock Exchange are said to be at all times a noisy lot. But the noise they made now to express their disgust at the costumes of ancient Babylon was far louder than their ordinary row. One had to shout before one could hear oneself speak. 'I only wish we knew who'd done it.' And, of course, instantly they did know, and they pressed round the Queen. |