Pilcher. My Christmas Blanket Club happened to be on the road to bankruptcy. By the way, our Blanket Club here is in low water. Well, I gave Jobling a small box with a hole at the top sufficiently large to admit half a crown. And I suggested that whenever he was betrayed into one of these little slips, he should fine himself for the benefit of my Blanket Club——
Harry. Good business! Dolly, where's that collecting-box they sent us from the Hospital for Incurables?
Dolly. In the cupboard in the next room.
Harry. Right-o! No time like the present! [Exit.]
Matt. And how did you get out of this dilemma?
Pilcher. Dilemma?
Matt. Did your Blanket Club remain in bankruptcy, or what must have been an even more distressing alternative to you, did Jobling continue to use bad language to his wife?
Pilcher. We struck a happy medium. My Blanket Club balance was considerably augmented, and Jobling's behaviour considerably improved under the stress of the fines.
Re-enter Harry with an old, dusty collecting-box on which is printed in large letters, "County Hospital for Incurables."
Harry. [Placing the box on the table.] There! My name's Jobling for the present! By Jove! that was a very neat idea of yours.