No one could fathom the significance of a certain tall figure, dressed in rags, who stopped short in her tracks at frequent intervals, and, producing a needle and thread, sewed industriously at her tattered garments.

A black-robed sister of charity, accompanied by a strange figure who wore a shapeless garment painted in dull gray squares to represent stone, and wearing a narrow leather belt about its waist from which was suspended on either side two small andirons, were also sources of speculative curiosity.

So was a young woman in white with a towering headdress composed of a combination of the Stars and Stripes and the flag of France.

And no one had the remotest idea concerning the eight white figures who marched four abreast and would not condescend to break ranks even to dance.
"Sherlock Holmes" was there with his violin tucked under one arm and a volume of his memoirs under the other.

He evinced a strong preference for the society of "Joan of Arc," while "Sarah Crewe," "Little Lord Fauntleroy," and "Rebecca of Sunnybrook" traveled about together, a seemingly contented trio.