Gin. Yes, sah! High art, so high de postman couldn’t see it.
Topp. Have our number re-painted plainly at once, and see that it is a 3. Confound this so-called artistic lettering. People will take the place for a Chinese laundry. (Bell, exit Gin.) (To Tick.) Aren’t you going, sir? Can’t you take a hint?
Tick. (Bowing politely.) I am waiting to be shown out. (Moves down L.)
Topp. (Apologetically.) Oh, to be sure! I beg your pardon.
Tick. Don’t mention it.
Re-enter Gin. L. with Mrs. Twiggs-Knott, she goes up C.
Gin. (Announces.) Mrs. Twiggs-Knott.
Topp. (Advancing.) Eh? What is the name?
Mrs. T-K. Twiggs-hyphen-Knott.
Topp. Ah, to be sure! To what do I owe the pleasure of this call, Mrs. Twiggs-hafaknot?