The Lord High Chancellor was at the bottom of the heap, while the _Hof-rath_ wiggled his bare feet high in the air.

Every fellow who grabbed a penny had ten fellows pulling at him.

The women and small fry did not get into this mess, but they dodged around, and made snatches wherever they could get their hands into the pile of boys and men.
They all yelled, and shouted and tussled and scrambled, until Priscilla, who was dancing around with her bag, gave another throw into a different part of the road.

Then every fellow jerked himself loose from the rest, and a fresh rush was made, and a fresh pile of darkeys arose in a minute.
We stood and laughed until our backs ached, but, as I happened to look around at the house, I saw the queen standing on her door-step looking mournfully at the fun.

She was alone, for even her good neighbor had rushed out to see what she could pick up.