Its a fort! exclaimed Bertie.
It isnt, its the palace of the Mpret of Albania, said Eric, immensely proud of his knowledge of the exotic title; its got no windows, you see, so that passers-by cant fire in at the Royal Family.
Its a municipal dust-bin, said Harvey hurriedly; you see all the refuse and litter of a town is collected there, instead of lying about and injuring the health of the citizens.
In an awful silence he disinterred a little lead figure of a man in black clothes.
That, he said, is a distinguished civilian, John Stuart Mill. He was an authority on political economy.
Why? asked Bertie.
Well, he wanted to be; he thought it was a useful thing to be.
Bertie gave an expressive grunt, which conveyed his opinion that there was no accounting for tastes.
Another square building came out, this time with windows and chimneys.
A model of the Manchester branch of the Young Womens Christian Association, said Harvey.
Are there any lions? asked Eric hopefully. He had been reading Roman history and thought that where you found Christians you might reasonably expect to find a few lions.
There are no lions, said Harvey. Here is another civilian, Robert Raikes, the founder of Sunday schools, and here is a model of a municipal wash-house. These little round things are loaves baked in a sanitary bakehouse. That lead figure is a sanitary inspector, this one is a district councillor, and this one is an official of the Local Government Board.
What does he do? asked Eric wearily.
He sees to things connected with his Department, said Harvey.
This box with a slit in it is a ballot-box. Votes are put into it at election times.
What is put into it at other times? asked Bertie.
Nothing. And here are some tools of industry, a wheelbarrow and a hoe, and I think these are meant for hop-poles. This is a model beehive, and that is a ventilator, for ventilating sewers. This seems to be another municipal dust-binno, it is a model of a school of art and a public library. This little lead figure is Mrs Hemans, a poetess, and this is Rowland Hill, who introduced the system of penny postage. This is Sir John Herschel, the eminent astrologer.
Are we to play with these civilian figures? asked Eric.
Of course, said Harvey, these are toys; they are meant to be played with.
It was rather a poser. You might make two of them contest a seat in Parliament, said Harvey, and have an election
With rotten eggs, and free fights, and ever so many broken heads! exclaimed Eric.
And noses all bleeding and everybody drunk as can be, echoed Bertie, who had carefully studied one of Hogarths pictures.
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