No, but they make a good foundation. Lord, I shall never forget the first night of that burlesque when you played Apollo to my Terps. You wore three pairs of tights, one over the other, and the underneath ones worked up into rucks. (Cherry laughs uncomfortably.) And the gallery told you to go home and get yourself ironed. (Laughs.)
MR. BEN DIXON.
(Aside to Theodore.) Now we shall have reminiscences of all your step-mother's early life.
THEODORE TRAVERS.
Ah, well, it might be worse, Ben. It might be your own.
ADAM CHERRY.
I heard of your second marriage.
MRS. BEN DIXON.
Ah, yes; bad news travels fast, they say.