Dr. A. And pray what is that?
Abigail. A treasure millions could not buy. A pearl of matchless value—my life, my friend, my love—my autograph album.
Dr. A. O, indeed, is that all? And you want my autograph? With the greatest pleasure. (Attempts to take book.)
Abigail. Away! Do not profane it with your touch. None but the noble stain its spotless pages.
Dr. A. Ah, indeed! Pardon my presumption.
Abigail. No, only the divine wielders of the pen, the classic movers of the artistic brush, the noble toilers with the gracing chisel, the seraphic sons and daughters of song, kings, emperors, queens, the high-born and the great can dot their i's in Abigail Alllove's autograph album.
Dr. A. Decidedly select.
Abigail (opening book). Behold the autograph of the Emperor of China.
Dr. A. (reading). "Will you come and take tea in the arbor. Te he!" Ah, did you te-ease him for that?