’TWAS EVER THUS.
Smitten Youth (who has been very attentive with flowers and huckleberries for a month past): “Hevings, Horatio, she must be agoin’ to leave the place!” (Swoons.)
THE LOVERS.
She (on right of picture, timidly): “Will Sidney forgive his birdie if she asks a favor of him?”
He (warmly): “Sidney kin refuse his Hortense nothink.”
She (with a choking emotion): “Then ask him to play a weddin’ march.”
“Say, Dago, could yer get a weddin’ breakfust ready at a hour’s notice?”
