One-Act Plays by Modern Authors

by Unknown

Pierrot. An old flame perhaps?

Manufacturer. True, I am an old flame. I've lighted up the world for a considerable time. Yet when you say "old," there are many people who think I'm wonderfully well preserved for my age. How long do you think I've been trotting about?

Pierrot [testily, measuring a length with his hands]. Oh, about that long.

Manufacturer. I suppose being funny all day does get on your nerves.

Pierrette. Pierrot, you needn't be rude.

Manufacturer [anxious to be alone with Pierrot]. Pierrette, have you got supper in?

Pierrette. Oh, I must fly! The shops will all be shut. Will you be here when I come back?

Manufacturer [bustling her out]. I can't promise, but I'll try, I'll try. [Pierrette goes out. There is a silence, during which The Manufacturer regards Pierrot with amusement.]

Manufacturer. Well, friend Pierrot, so business is not very brisk.

Pierrot. Brisk! If laughter meant business, it would be brisk enough, but there's no money. However, I've done one good piece of work to-day. I've arranged with the editor to put an article in the paper. That will fetch 'em. [Singing]: