Dick. Can't think of anything. Got everything
I want.
Georgiana. You're a lucky man to have everything you want—and going off to the Philippines with a jolly crowd of friends and glad you're going! I take back all my sympathy, and I wouldn't make you anything now if you asked me to.
Dick. And, by George, just when I'd thought of something.
Georgiana. What?
Dick. [Laughing.] A court-plaster case!
Georgiana. You can buy one in a drug store.
Dick. I ought to have some present to carry in my breast pocket; don't you know bullets are always warded off that way?
Georgiana. Oh, that was in the old romantic days of the nineteenth century, and then it was a prayer book or a bunch of love letters. To-day
it's much more apt to be a cigarette case!