There was a confused little crowd of people, principally children, gathered about the house at which we stopped, which had a tarnished brass plate on the door with the inscription JELLYBY.
"Don't be frightened!" said Mr.Guppy, looking in at the coach-window.

"One of the young Jellybys been and got his head through the area railings!" "Oh, poor child," said I; "let me out, if you please!" "Pray be careful of yourself, miss.

The young Jellybys are always up to something," said Mr.Guppy.
I made my way to the poor child, who was one of the dirtiest little unfortunates I ever saw, and found him very hot and frightened and crying loudly, fixed by the neck between two iron railings, while a milkman and a beadle, with the kindest intentions possible, were endeavouring to drag him back by the legs, under a general impression that his skull was compressible by those means.

As I found (after pacifying him) that he was a little boy with a naturally large head, I thought that perhaps where his head could go, his body could follow, and mentioned that the best mode of extrication might be to push him forward.

This was so favourably received by the milkman and beadle that he would immediately have been pushed into the area if I had not held his pinafore while Richard and Mr.Guppy ran down through the kitchen to catch him when he should be released.