[He reddens, and tries to look unconscious.
Her Coll. Now I will ask the Lady if she can mention some event of importance that took place on the same date.
The Bl. L. Let me think. Yes. (Solemnly.) On the same date, in the year seventeen-hundred-and-thirty-seven, goloshes were first invented! [Loud applause.
Miss V. (as the pair retire). Well, thank goodness, we've seen the last of that beastly black-board. I didn't come here to add up sums. What is it next? Oh, a "Farmyard Imitator." I expect that will be rather rot, Father, don't you?
[Enter a Gentleman in evening dress who gives realistic imitations of various live-stock.
The Country Cousin. That's exactly the way our little Berkshire pig grunts, and "Sweetlips" calls her calf just like that—and, oh, Katie, I wonder if he could have heard our Dorkings clucking at home—I think he must have—he does it so exactly the same!
Katie. Then you do think that's clever, Sophy?
Sophy. Oh, well—for an imitation, you know!
[A "Sensational Cage Mystery" is introduced; a pretty child is shut up in a cage, which is opened a moment after, and found to contain a Negro who capers out, grinning.
The London Aunt. Sophy, do you see that?—there's a black man there now, instead!