Mrs. Babbicombe (at the Toy Stall, to the Belle of the Bazaar, aged three-and-a-half). You perfect duck! You're simply too sweet! I must find you something. (She tempers generosity with discretion by presenting her with a small pair of knitted doll's socks.) There, darling!
The Belle's Mother. What do you say to the kind lady now, Marjory?
Marjory (a practical young person, to the donor). Now div me a dolly to put ve socks on.
[Mrs. B. finds herself obliged to repair this omission.
A Young Lady Raffler (to a Young Man). Do take a ticket for this charmin' sachet. Only half-a-crown!
The Young Man. Delighted! If you'll put in for this splendid cigar cabinet. Two shillin's!
[The Young Lady realises that she has encountered an Augur, and passes on.
Miss de M. (to Mr. Isthmian Gatwick). Can't I tempt you with this tea-cosy? It's so absurdly cheap!
Mr. Isthmian Gatwick (with dignity). A-thanks; I think not. Never take tea, don't you know.
Miss de M. (with her characteristic adaptability). Really? No more do I. But you could use it as a smoking-cap, you know. I always——