And then, like a prudent man,
Take the little girl off too—like Charley Ross!
[Hurries the rest of the things into the table-cloth, stopping occasionally to express his approval of his great plan by sundry slaps and nods. Enter Jenny with a tray of luncheon, nicely set. She stands in the doorway amazed.]
Jenny.
Mr. Algernon St. Clair,
Why—what are you doing there?
Jimmy B.
Only clearing off the things to help you, dear.
Jenny.
But the table's large enough.