Cabby. "WHAT! SUMMONS ME! OH, NO, YOU WON'T, MY LORD.—YOU'LL NEVER TAKE THE TROUBLE."
[Exit CABBY with three-and-sixpence over his fare.
CRINOLINE FOR DOMESTIC USE.
Missus. "MARY! GO AND TAKE OFF THAT THING DIRECTLY! PRAY, ARE YOU AWARE WHAT A RIDICULOUS OBJECT YOU ARE?"
BADLY HIT DURING THE RECENT ENGAGEMENT WITH THE GUARDS.
Mamma. "YES, DOCTOR. SHE WILL SIT FOR HOURS WITHOUT SPEAKING A WORD. SHE PERSISTS IN WEARING THE SAME DRESS, AND WON'T PART WITH THE BOUQUET!"
Doctor. "H'M—WELL, LET'S SEE, WE MUST FIRST GET THE BALL OUT OF HER HEAD, AND THEN PERHAPS THE NERVOUS SYSTEM MAY RIGHT ITSELF!"