Vicar. Yes, all of them. It seems to be the new method to inclose cartes-de-visite with testimonials.
Younger Daughter. Now I shall be able to fill up my Album!
Elder Daughter (who has been running her eye over the pictures). This is the pick of the lot, Pa. Take him! Such a dear! He's got an eyeglass, and whiskers, and curly hair, and seems quite young!
Younger Daughter (thoughtfully). It's a pity we can't lay in two Curates while we are about it.
Vicar. Hem! A rather nice-looking young man, certainly. Let's see what he says about himself. The new system saves a lot of trouble, as candidates for posts write down their qualifications on the back of their photographs.
Elder Daughter (reading). "Views strictly orthodox." Oh, bother views! Here's something better—"Very Musical Voice"—the darling! He looks as if he had a musical voice. "Warranted not to go beyond fifteen minutes in preaching." Delicious!
Vicar's Wife. I don't know if the parishioners will like that.
Both Daughters (together). But we shall!
Elder Daughter (continues reading). "Quite content to preach only in the afternoons. No attempts to rival Vicar's eloquence." What does he mean?
Vicar (cordially). I know! I think he'll do very well. Just the sort of man I want!