Mr. M. Algy Pop-eyes Montague! be still! Here, Toby, hand Miss Morris her plate.
Algy. Don't you do it, Toby!
Mrs. M. Hush up, you naughty boy!
Mr. M. Mr. Morris, here's some meat for you.
Mrs. M. Take some macaroni, Mr. Morris; it's real good.
Mr. Morris. Thank you, ma'am; I think I will.
So the company were helped; though, as the meat and vegetables were glued fast to the dishes they were on, I'm afraid they must have had rather a slim dinner.
Then Maggie went on.
Miss Isabella. Mr. Morris, I think I am rather tired of that uniform of yours; it makes you look too high in the neck. When we are married, you ought to have a dress coat.
Angelina. H-a! h-a-a-a! he hasn't got any other coat! I wouldn't marry an old goose with only one suit!