ENCOURAGEMENT OF ART.
First curled and powdered Darling (to photographer). You’d better take pains with these ’ere carte de visites, as they’ll be a good deal shown about.
Second curled and powdered Darling (on the sofa). Yes—pertiklerly in the hupper suckles. Get you customers, you know.
“It’s a burning shame,” sez I, “for them young ladies to make fun of their bows.”
“Clear out,” sez Peters.
I grabbed a nuther bunch o’ raisins an’ quietly disappeared. I tell you he was rathy!
Mister Courtenay he was a lawyer, he’s got a offis on the square by the cort-house. I knew him very well, ’cause he comes to our house offen. He’s a awful queer-lookin’ chap, an’ so stuck up you’d think he was tryin’ to see if the moon was made o’ green cheese, like folks sez it is, the way he keeps it in the air. He’s got a depe, depe voice way down in his boots. My harte beat wen I got in there, I was that fritened; but I was bound to see the fun out, so I ast him:
“Is the What is It on exabishun to-day?”
“Wot do you mean?” sez he, a lookin’ down on me.