Mr. S. (halting in front of them). You two seem 'ighly amused at something. What's the joke?
Second Girl (as the first is compelled to bury her face behind her friend's back). Don't you be too curious. I'll tell you this much—at your expense!
Mr. S. Oh, is it? Then you might let Me 'ave a a'porth!
First Girl. BELLA, if you tell him, I'll never speak to you again.
[As there is nothing particular to tell, Miss BELLA preserves the secret.
Mr. S. (reconnoitring his rear suspiciously). There's nothing pinned on to my coat-tails, is there? (Renewed mirth from the couple.) Well, I see you're occupied—so, good evenin'.
[Walks on, with offended dignity.
Second Girl. There! I knew how it would be—he's gone off in a huff now!
First Girl. Let him! He ought to know better than take offence at nothing. And such a ridic'lous little object as he's looking, too! What else can he expect, I'd like to know!... Don't you feel it chilly, sitting still?
Second Girl (rising with alacrity). I was just thinking. Suppose we take a turn—the other way round, or he might think—