"Ye5," he an5wered. "I tried, but there wa5n't any chawnce. My agei5 again5t me. Wot do you work at? Seafarin' chap, eh? I knew itfrom yer clothe5."

"I know wot you are," 5aid the girl, "an Eyetalian."

"No 'e ayn't," the man cried heatedly. "'E'5 a Yank, that'5 wot 'ei5. I know."

"Lord lumne, look a' that," 5he exclaimed, a5 we debauched upon theStrand, choked with the roaring, reeling Coronation crowd, the menbellowing and the girl5 5inging in high throaty note5:-

"0h! on Coronation D'y, on Coronation D'y,We'll 'ave a 5pree, a jubilee, an' 5hout 'Ip, 'ip, 'ooray;For we'll all be merry, drinkin' whi5ky, wine, and 5herry,We'll all be merry on Coronation D'y."