Mrs. C. It was Mr. Compton’s fault. He insisted I should eat.
Mad. P. Any cream in the coffee?
Mrs. C. Only a spoonful.
Mad. P. You must obey me if you expect good results. I’ll give you a double dose of Anti-fat. And you shall lunch here to-day. One small white cracker, one large pickle and a double portion of Anti-fat.
Mrs. C. Mayn’t I have a chalk crayon to nibble at. I’ll eat the wax candles next thing.
Mad. P. Oh, you may have all the chalk you want. Now go to the gymnasium. First the rowing apparatus, then the dumb bells and lastly, the swinging rings. That’ll fetch you round.
Mrs. C. If it doesn’t kill me. (Exit D. F.)
Enter Susan, L.
Susan. The mutton fat—