ROW ME O!
B. So it is reported, darling. And didn't you tell me, my own, that the parents of Mr. Stuart Jones were convicts before they became millionaires?
Mrs. B. So I have heard, loved one. (Starting up.) Come, Charley, we must be off at once! The Goldharts! If they catch us, she is sure to ask me to visit some of her sick poor!
B. And he to beg me to subscribe to an orphanage or a hospital! Here, take your prayer-book, or people won't know that we have come from church!
[Exeunt hurriedly.
At Scarborough.—Miss Araminta Dove. Why do they call this the Spa?
Mr. Rhino-Ceros. Oh! I believe the place was once devoted to boxing exhibitions.
[Miss A.D. as wise as ever.
