Olive. In my mother's day-book. Mother writes a poem now and then, and locks it up in her drawer. She says it isn't good enough to publish.
Victoria. It is good enough. The magazines print a lot of things not so good as that.
Olive. Thank you.
Victoria. Girls, do you want anything funny? My brother Charlie dashed off some rollicking lines for me last night.
Charlotte. Oh yes. Let's have something funny.
Victoria. It's arrant nonsense.
Madge:
"A little nonsense now and then,"
Said good old Dr. Lee,
"Is relished by the best of men.
That's just the case with me."
The doctor was jumping a rope when he said that.
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