six
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So we came in state to the grounds where the bazaar was to be held . The parley with the gatekeeper was of short duration , for the ` workers ' scented money in our admission , and , with an eye to the Bananas ' main chance , made us quickly welcome . On my explaining our intention to put our efforts at their service , and any increment that might result into their pockets , their expression of gratitude was quite touching . The entrance fee deterred some , and their daily occupation more of those who had formed our kindly escort , from following us into the fete , but I believe that most of them contrived to return before six o'clock . When I think of all that I said and did on that sunny afternoon , I get hot all over . I could not go very far wrong during the actual performance , but it was afterwards , when Judy sat smiling in the mouth of the booth , and I went forth , pail in hand , seeking whom I might devour . I drew my arm familiarly through that of a reluctant curate , and walked him smartly up and down , discussing volubly the merits of my nose in tones which suggested that I had no roof to my mouth , Did a lady protest that she had already contributed , I repeated `` Oh , madam ! ''