"Why didn't they make it larger?
Just my luck.

I never can get to the front!" Grabbing Addison playfully by the shoulder he said, "I will put you up." But at first Addison held back.

"They'll sting me to death!" he protested.
"Wait!" Uncle Hannibal cried.

"We will rig you up for it!" And leaning over the front rail of the gallery, he shouted, "Has any lady got a veil--two or three veils ?" Several women gave their veils, which Uncle Hannibal tied over Addison's hat; then the Senator put his own large gloves on Addison's hands.

By that time the gallery was full of people--all laughing and giving advice.