And she raised the revolver—"crack-crack-crack!"
[To the infinite chagrin of the Unsophisticated Guest, who is intensely anxious to hear how Miss BANGS and her lover escaped from so unpleasant a dilemma—the remaining cracks of her revolver, together with the two next stanzas, are drowned in a fresh torrent of small-talk—after which he hears Miss F.B. conclude with repressed emotion:
But the ochre on Blue-nosed Owl was blurred, as his braves concluded their brief harangues;
And he dropped a tear on the early bier of our Prairie belle, LOBELIA BANGS!
[Which of course leaves him in a state of hopeless mystification.
Soc. Chat. Is that the end? Charming! Now we shall be able to talk again! &c., &c.