AndSukeycomesbouncingawayfromaknotofoldschool-fellows，anddropsacurtseytoMr。Benjamin。AndelderscomeupfromallpartstosaluteBenjy，andgirlswhohavebeenmadam’spupilstokissMasterTom。Andtheycarryhimofftoloadhimwithfairings；andhereturnstoBenjy，hishatandcoatcoveredwithribbons，andhispocketscrammedwithwonderfulboxeswhichopenuponevernewboxes，andpopguns，andtrumpets，andapples，andgiltgingerbreadfromthestallofAngelHeavens，solevenderthereof，whoseboothgroanswithkingsandqueens，andelephantsandprancingsteeds，allgleamingwithgold。TherewasmoregoldonAngel’scakesthanthereisgingerinthoseofthisdegenerateage。SkilleddiggersmightyetmakeafortuneinthechurchyardsoftheVale，bycarefullywashingthedustoftheconsumersofAngel’sgingerbread。Alas！heiswithhisnamesakes，andhisreceiptshave，Ifear，diedwithhim。
Andthentheyinspectthepennypeep-show——atleastTomdoes——
whileoldBenjystandsoutsideandgossipsandwalksupthesteps，andentersthemysteriousdoorsofthepink-eyedladyandtheIrishgiant，whodonotbyanymeanscomeuptotheirpictures；andtheboawillnotswallowhisrabbit，buttheretherabbitiswaitingtobeswallowed；andwhatcanyouexpectfortuppence？WeareeasilypleasedintheVale。Nowthereisarushofthecrowd，andatinklingbellisheard，andshoutsoflaughter；andMasterTommountsonBenjy’sshoulders，andbeholdsajinglingmatchinallitsglory。Thegamesarebegun，andthisistheopeningofthem。Itisaquaintgame，immenselyamusingtolookat；andasIdon’tknowwhetheritisusedinyourcounties，Ihadbetterdescribeit。Alargeropedringismade，intowhichareintroducedadozenorsoofbigboysandyoungmenwhomeantoplay；thesearecarefullyblindedandturnedlooseintothering，andthenamanisintroducednotblindfolded；withabellhungroundhisneck，andhistwohandstiedbehindhim。Ofcourseeverytimehemovesthebellmustring，ashehasnohandtoholdit；andsothedozenblindfoldedmenhavetocatchhim。Thistheycannotalwaysmanageifheisalivelyfellow，buthalfofthemalwaysrushintothearmsoftheotherhalf，ordrivetheirheadstogether，ortumbleover；
andthenthecrowdlaughsvehemently，andinventsnicknamesforthemonthespurofthemoment；andthey，iftheybecholeric，tearoffthehandkerchiefswhichblindthem，andnotunfrequentlypitchintooneanother，eachthinkingthattheothermusthaverunagainsthimonpurpose。Itisgreatfuntolookatajinglingmatchcertainly，andTomshoutsandjumpsonoldBenjy’sshouldersatthesight，untiltheoldmanfeelsweary，andshiftshimtothestrongyoungshouldersofthegroom，whohasjustgotdowntothefun。
Andnow，whiletheyareclimbingthepoleinanotherpartofthefield，andmuzzlinginaflour-tubinanother，theoldfarmerwhosehouse，ashasbeensaid，overlooksthefield，andwhoismasteroftherevels，getsupthestepsontothestage，andannouncestoallwhomitmayconcernthatahalf-sovereigninmoneywillbeforthcomingtotheoldgamesterwhobreaksmostheads；towhichtheSquireandhehaveaddedanewhat。