FOR CHARITY’S SAKE
Scene—The Park. Time—The Fashionable Morning Hour. Lui and Elle discovered enjoying a causerie.
Elle. Oh, it will be quite gay! Admission five guineas and ten pounds a seat at the tea-tables. The Organising Committee have rented the Anthropological Gardens.
Lui. Any kind of entertainment?
Elle. Oh, yes. We have got Mr. Barnstormer for a recitation and Di Flop for one of her great songs with a chorus for nothing, and Scrapini, the violinist, is to bring his violin.
Lui. Also for nothing?
Elle. Of course. Such an excellent advertisement for them. And then there are to be lamps on the artificial lake and fireworks—small ones that won’t frighten the horses outside—on the terrace. Two guineas a seat for places in front of the fireworks, and five shillings entrance-fee to the avenue of Japanese lanterns.
Lui. Well, you ought to rake in the shekels. And what is it for? What’s the name of the Charity?
Elle. I quite forget. But you will find it on the tickets.
[The talk drifts to other topics.