I was your bashful, bare-foot beau,
And you wrote on my slate, ‘I love you, Joe,’
When we were a couple of kids.”
Mrs. Morrison (advances to the teacher’s desk). “Good morning. Miss—ah?”
Teacher (shortly). “Fitzsimmons.”
Mrs. M. “Ah yes, of course. You are the teacher, I presume?” (Miss Fitzsimmons nods.) “Awfully nice of you to extend your hospitality to us in this way.”
Mr. Brown (joins in). “Yes, indeed, its great of you to help us out.”
Charley (facetiously). “Oh, no, Brown; this is a case of our being ‘taken in.’”
(The girls giggle.)
Miss Fitzsimmons (after a contemptuous glance in his direction, responds quite graciously to the others). “I’m sure I’m glad we could be of service to you, and the children are pleased at the prospect of helping the poor family, which your generosity has made possible.”