Scene—Interior of a Provided Work Office. Benevolent Organiser discovered looking over a list.
Ben. Org. Yes, I think this will do very well indeed. New pump, fresh road. Ought to keep them going comfortably through the rest of the winter. (Enter Unemployed.) Well, my good man, and what do you want?
Unemployed (in a whining tone). Me and my mates, Sir, are out of work. It's no fault of ours, and——
Ben. Org. Well, we will see what we can do.
Unem. Thankee kindly, Sir, I'm sure 'arf a sufferin, or even 'arf a dollar——
Ben. Org. (ignoring this suggestion). Now, let me see—what's your trade?
Unem. A watch-maker. So you see, as the Press says, you can't send me to mend roads, or build pumps.
Ben. Org. No, no. I have overlooked your class. But stay—I think I can forward you to a friend. Let me see, what time is it? (Produces watch, and lets it fall.) Dear me! It has stopped, as I live! (With vivacity.) My dear fellow, here is a chance for you. You shall mend it.
Unem. (freshening up). Only too pleased to take your watch.
[Possesses himself of the time-piece, and exit hurriedly.