Miss P.—But we are reserving the seats for the visitors. There will be a great many here to-night, you know. Don’t you want to be a little gentleman, and give up your seat to some one—your mamma, perhaps?
Johnny—Huh! Ma couldn’t git herself into that seat. She’s too fat. Pa’s a-goin’ to bring a chair for her, ’cause she couldn’t git into any seat, ’thout you tooked away the desk first!
Miss P.—Well, some one may want it.
Johnny—They do. I want it.
Miss P.—(sharply) Well, you can’t have it! Now sit down at once in the place assigned you, or—(she takes a switch from her desk.)
Johnny—(seating himself) You don’t give up your seat.
Miss P.—Ah, but I shall to-night, Johnny. I shall give it, as the seat of honor, to our supervisor, Mr. Barker. I shall be glad to give it to him, Johnny.
Jake—(aside) Sure she will. She’s settin’ her cap for him.
Miss P.—(sharply) What’s that, Jacob?
Jake—I wish you wouldn’t call me Jay Cup. Nobody else ever did. I’d as lief be called Jay Saucer, any day.