Pol. In. (genially). Nowhere, unless you have the proper authority. Who may you be when you are at home?
Second Or. (fussily). Why, the "Decayed Washerwomen," to be sure. Now, look sharp, and find us a place to deliver speeches. You know you must do it, by order of the—
Pol. In. Yes, I know. Well, what do you say to the top of that lamp-post?
Second Or. Now, none of your chaff. Mind, you are the servants of the public, and—
Pol. In. Yes—but don't deliver a speech to me—I am not a "Decayed Washerwoman."
Chorus of Indignant Females. We should think not. It would be a good thing if you were!
Second Or. Now, look sharp. We have been longer coming than we expected. The cabs and omnibuses were so troublesome. Now, where shall I stand?
Pol. In. (considering). Well, I think you would be out of the way if you got up there, and spoke to them down below.
[Points out elevated position in front of the National Gallery.
Second Or. But they won't be able to see, much less to hear me!