THE "MODEL HUSBAND" CONTEST.
Scene the First—At the Galahad-Green's.
Mrs. G.-G. Galahad!
Mr. G.-G. (meekly). My love?
Mrs. G.-G. I see that the proprietors of All Sorts are going to follow the American example, and offer a prize of £20 to the wife who makes out the best case for her husband as a Model. It's just as well, perhaps, that you should know that I've made up my mind to enter you!
Mr. G.-G. (gratified). My dear Cornelia! really, I'd no idea you had such a——
Mrs. G.-G. Nonsense! The drawing-room carpet is a perfect disgrace, and, as you can't, or won't, provide the money in any other way, why——Would you like to hear what I've said about you?
Mr. G.-G. Well, if you're sure it wouldn't be troubling you too much, I should, my dear.