Mr. Whipster. Ah, but we've got to hit on a Word first. Come—nobody got an idea? NIGHTINGALE, you're not much use over there, you know. I hope you and Miss ROSE have been putting your heads together?
Mr. Nightingale (confused). Eh? No, nothing of the sort! Oh, ah—yes, we've thought of a lot of Words.
Miss Rose. Only you've driven them all out of our heads again!
[They resume their conversation.
Mr. Wh. Well, do make a suggestion, somebody! Professor, won't you give us a Word?
Chorus of Ladies. Oh, do, Professor—you're sure to think of something clever!
Professor Pollen (modestly). Well, really, I've so little experience in these matters that—A Word has just occurred to me, however; I don't know, of course, whether it will meet with approval—(he beams at them with modest pride through his spectacles)—it's "Monocotyledonous."
Chorus of Ladies. Charming! Monocottle—Oh, can't we do that?
Mr. Wh. (dubiously). We might—but—er—what's it mean?
Prof. Pollen. It's a simple botanical term, signifying a plant which has only one cup-shaped leaf, or seed-lobe. Plants with two are termed—