Mr. G. Then it devolves on you, Powers.
P. Mr. Greathead, I have heart trouble. Send for Snap.
Mr. G. (Laughs.) I’ll put both of them in on Snap. That’ll be a good joke, eh Powers?
P. Oh very funny, sir. Snap played me that trick once.
Mr. G. By the way, Miss Bodman, you had better take your lunch.
Miss B. Yes, sir. (Exit B. R.)
Mr. G. Powers, what do you think of Mr. Wilbur B. Chapter-Chapter’s new novel?
P. What can you expect from Chicago?
Mr. G. But Chicago has her 400 now.
P. They think they have.