Mrs. M. Eva, I’m astonished at such language as those. Mr. Kids, we are delighted to see you.
Ida. Yes, indeed, Mr. Kids. I’ve kept my card for you.
Kids. Divine creachaw, you overpowaw me—you do, weally. (Sits on lounge beside Ida, and takes her card.) Just one waltz?
Eva. As many as you please, Mr. Kids.
Mrs. M. Now that’s what I call generous. I wonder where Mr.—no, Munseer—Adonis can be. (Retires up.)
Eva. Mr. Dasher, how can you tell such falsehoods, when you know, that I know, that you know, we were to be here to-night.
Dasher. What a knowing young lady. It’s one of the frailties of masculine nature, Miss Eva. I’m glad I was not George Washington, for I should certainly have spoiled that hatchet story by a lie. Now I am here, dear Miss Eva, overpowered with the burden of a weighty secret, I am going to disclose it. I—I—
Kids. I say, Dashaw, I’ve had my bwains surveyed to-day.
Dasher. Have you? I didn’t know you had any.
Kids. Yaas, several. Destwuctiveness, combativeness, idolitwy—