Hands reached in from all sides, and helped themselves to cakes and tarts, and coppers showered in on them from nobody could tell where.
They found themselves handing change out into space, and sowing sweets broadcast among the crowd.
The other directors meanwhile, as in duty bound, nobly rallied round them, and added to their embarrassment.
"Walk up, walk up!" shouted Wally.

"Try our brandy-balls, eight a penny.

Eight brandy-balls for Dalton; you chaps, look sharp.

Change for a sov.

for Clapperton; beg pardon, sixpence (didn't know he kept such small coins).