Dick. All right, old girl, I think I know why.
Mrs. Carley. Why don't you all sit down?
Georgiana. He hasn't much time.
Dick. I haven't long to stay. I must be at the armory by a quarter to four.
Georgiana. You march by here at four, don't you, on your way to the 42d St. Station?
Dick. Yes, rather a bore; but the Governor insists, and Roosevelt comes on to receive us at 59th St.
Georgiana. We oughtn't to keep Dick, then, mother; we ought to say good-by at once.
[They all rise.
Mrs. Carley. Very well, speed the parting guest! Good-by, Dick, we'll watch the papers to see what brave things you do, and don't fall in love with any of the décolleté young nigger
ladies we read about.