"NOT AT HOME!"
(A Duologue on a Doorstep.)
SCENE—The G.O.M.'s front door. Two expectant callers, EIGHT-HOURS BILL and Miss SARAH SUFFRAGE, in sore disappointment and some disgust, interlocute:—
Mr. Bill (sardonically). You too? Ah! he ain't no respecter of pussons, he ain't!
Miss Sarah (tartly). Well, this tries the temper of even a Suffrage she-saint.
I did think,—but there, you cannot trust Men—even Grand Old Ones!
Mr. Bill. Trust? Them as do trust Party Leaders are gen'rally sold ones.
It don't a mite matter which side.
Miss Sarah. Well, as far as I see,
The other side shows the most signs, BILL, of favouring Me!