In came the little boy with candy in hand, and walked along the dark path, and made muddy footprints, and ran quick as one thousand lighting bolts. In came a little girl, one petite extravagant dress. In came five elegancies, glowing and new. In came seven adolescent teenagers wagging their tails. In came every child who walks the hall of fame. In came the scholar, with his beau, the actress. In came the artist, with his second wife’s sister, the musician. In came the 7 year old boy from across the street, who thought highly of such an event; trying next door to ask the shop owner if she had another suit left, hanging on a rack straight behind the door. In they all came, one after another, some warily, some gallantly, some charmingly, some gauchely, some pressing, some squeezing; in they all came, anyhow and everyhow.