2, Alma Villas, loudly discussing the question of the hour with Mr.Goodwyn-Sandys, Lawyer Pellow, and the little Doctor.
"No, we can't have him," he was roundly declaring; "the Club must be select, or it is useless to discuss it further." "Must draw the line somewhere," murmured the Honourable Frederic.
"Quite so; at this rate we shall be admitting all the 'Jolly Trojans.'" Just then an enormous wheelbarrow was observed approaching, seemingly by supernatural means, for no driver could be seen.

The barrow was piled to a great height, and staggered drunkenly from side to side of the road; but the load, whatever it was, lay hidden beneath a large white cloth.
"H'm!" said the little Doctor dubiously.

"Well, of course, you know best, but I should have thought that as an old inhabitant of Troy--" "Pooh, my dear fellow," snapped the Admiral, "it is natural that the feelings of a few will be hurt; but if once we begin to elect the 'Jolly Trojans'-- " The barrow had drawn near meanwhile, and now halted at the Admiral's feet.

From behind it stepped into view an exceeding small boy, attired mainly in a gigantic pair of corduroys that reached to the armpits, and were secured with string around the shoulders.

His face was a mask of woe, and he staunched his tears on a very grimy shirt-sleeve as he stood and gazed mutely into the Admiral's face.
"Go away, boy!" said Admiral Buzza severely.
The boy sobbed loudly, but made no sign of moving.
"Go away, I tell you!" "'Tes for you, sir." "For me?
What does the boy mean ?" "Iss, sir.