A man stands in the rain on the street holding an open umbrella over his head, a folded one in his right hand, and having a bunch of them strapped on his back. The book offers the following information:
During the day the umbrella-mender goes his rounds, repeating these words, “Umbrellas to mend! Sixpence apiece for your old broken umbrellas!” and, having collected enough, he returns home to patch and mend, after which he or some of his family hawks them about for sale. Here he appears in his glory, under the auspices of St. Swithen, the patron saint of umbrella and patten-maker. It is the Strand, near Somerset House.