A party of them has penetrated into a ground-floor apartment, and are throwing the scanty furniture through the doorway.
Now they spread robes and mats in the open court, lie down on them, crack jokes, and make faces at the audience.

A specially gifted member of the fraternity hurries down a beam with a baby in his clutches, which he has powdered with ashes.

He dances about with it, and exhibits the squalling brat in every attitude as a potential Koshare.

The people scream and shout with unmixed pleasure.

Now they point at a pair of monsters, one stamping and the other tripping daintily, who effectually mimic the late partners of the dance in the most heartless manner.
Another of these hideous creatures is sitting down, his head covered with a dirty rag, staring, stuttering, and mumbling, like an imbecile.
His pantomime is recognized at once as a cruel mimicry of the chief penitent while at prayer, and it is universally pronounced to be a superb performance.