Besides our own contingent, a few of the outsiders, including Muskett and Corderoy from Selkirk's house, and a few of the "paupers," dropped in.

As the faggery would only conveniently hold six persons, and as at least twenty were present, it was considered advisable to adjourn to the shoe-room, where, in the dim light of a small candle, several particularly revolutionary motions were discussed, the company sitting on the floor for the purpose.
The meeting opened by my calling on Langrish to read the minutes, which he accordingly did.
"The inaugural picnic of the Ph.C.C.was held the other day.

Present, all the usual lot and seven paupers.

The president had chartered the _Sarah_ and _Firefly_, two of the vilest crocks at Jorrocks's." "He said they were the best they had got," I explained.
"Shut up, or you'll be kicked out, young Sarah." "I've a right to speak." "No, you haven't--unless you hold your tongue." "If I held my tongue, I couldn't possibly speak," I explained.
"Turn him out!" cried the paupers.

Whereat I subsided.
"The paupers," continued the minutes, "had beastly little go in them, and ought to have had a meal of hay before starting (interruption), and will be badly kicked if they don't shut up.