Harry. “Of course; but, Roy, don’t you believe he’d like to come over here and watch our birds feed their little ones? I never get tired of seeing them.”
Roy. “He might. Let’s go and ask him.”
(Both boys take their hats and pass out.)
Mrs. Adrian Kraal.
COLLOQUY.
AN ENTIRELY DIFFERENT MATTER.
Scene.—An office with a desk or table on which are an inkstand, a pile of ledgers and some extra sheets of paper. Mr. Pinchem, with gray wig and whiskers and spectacles sits in his office busily engaged in figuring up his accounts. He does not look up from his paper, but keeps on figuring while his clerk enters and takes a seat near the table in such a position as to both face the audience.
Clerk.
Mr. Pinchem, I—I—