[Here, of course, she strokes a very round chin.
Society Chatter. Seems to be somethin' goin' on in there—singin', actin', dancin', or somethin'.... Well, of course, only heard her version of it as yet, y' know.... Have you seen him in ... white bengaline with a Medici collar, and one of those ... nasty gouty attacks he will have are only rheumatism, &c., &c.
Miss F. B. (when next heard).
I cleared my throat and I tried to speak—but the words died strangled—
A Feminine Voice outside. So long since we had a quiet talk together! Do tell me all about, &c., &c.
Miss F. B.
——strangled by sheer alarm.
For there in front——
[Here she points dramatically at a stout matron, who fans herself consciously.
——was the slender form, and the sweet girl-face of our new
"School Marm"!
Say, boys! hev' ye heard an Æolian harp which a Zephyr's tremulous finger twangs?
Wa'al, it kinder thrills ye the way I felt when I first beheld Lobelia Bangs!
Soc. Chat. Oh, you really ought to go—so touching! Dick and I both regularly howled all through the last act.... Not in the least, thanks. Well, if there is a seat.... You're sure there are any ices? Then, strawberry, please—no, nothing to drink!... Will you allow me?