Inventor.—Now for our teachers?
Miss Wise.—I have consulted my friends, and we agree that we would rather have a year’s vacation than anything else.
Inventor.—A sensible wish. (Draws three envelopes from box.) Here, ladies, you will find leave of absence with salary for a year, and trust that you will spend a delightful vacation.
Abner.—Well, I wish I could be a soap salesman so the girls would take some notice of me, like that feller that comes round here every once in awhile an’ sells perfumery and stuff.
Inventor.—Very well, young man, step into the box and your wish shall be granted.
Abner.—Goodbye chores! And bossy cows and pigs and chickens, I’m going on the road.
Susan.—Mercy! I don’t know how I can get along without Abner. He was very troublesome sometimes but he was a helpful boy, and a splendid hand with the pigs and chickens. (Business of rattle, etc. Abner comes out of the box).
Abner.—Ladies and gentlemen, permit me to bring to your observation our famous Scrubit Soap the wonder of the century, the marvel of the ages and the apex, acme, and ne plus ultra of our civilization. Soap, ladies and gentlemen, soap. I appeal to your——
Edith.—O for pity sakes, we can’t hear ourselves think.
Miss Markus.—How delightful it is to think that we won’t have to teach for a whole year.