"'Oh, I'm on——'"
"No," said Simpson.
"There is no real demand, I'm afraid."
"Well, I did just hear it before," said Myra. "I wish you'd make up one for me. I think we might all announce ourselves like that, and then the audience will have no difficulty in recognising us."
"They'll recognise Thomas if he comes on with an axe. They won't think he's just trotted round with the milk. But what are you, Myra?"
"The Emperor's wife's maid."
"Another member of the highly trained staff. Well, go on, Simpson."
"'Oh, I am her Majesty's maid,'" declared Simpson. "We all begin with 'Oh,' to express surprise at finding ourselves on the stage at all. 'Oh, I am her Majesty's maid, I'm a sad little flirt, I'm afraid.'"
"I'm respectable, steady and staid," corrected Myra.
"No," I said; "I have it—"