Miss Minks (in injured tone). I can't possibly attend to more than one at a time! (To Stout Youth.) You'll get me into trouble, you see, if you're so faddy about choosing. You are so silly over it!
St. Y. I daresay you'll think it rather odd, but I don't seem able to make up my mind. (Insinuatingly.) Suppose you choose for me?
Miss Minks. Perhaps you won't like what I choose?
St. Y. Don't make yourself at all uneasy about that.
Miss Minks (coquettishly). I don't. There's a packet of thick ones for you. Now, give me eightpence, and go away.
St. Y. The idea of expecting a fellow to have eight-pence about him!
Another Impatient Member of Public. Dozen penny stamps, Miss, please.
Miss Minks. If you'll kindly wait till I have finished with this gentleman!
St. Y. (in undertone). You have finished with this gentleman—done for him completely!
Miss Minks. Do you think I don't know better than to believe such nonsense! I shall get into such a row for keeping these people waiting—and it's all your fault. [Plaintively.