Thursday morning. You know where our house is, I believe; mamma will be so glad to welcome you, I know. Mr. H. (in great alarm). But really, Miss Rogers. Miss R. You do not call me Clementine, dear Aniseseed, Mr. H. I am afraid that Miss R. Afraid of whom? Of pa and ma? How perfectly absurd! They will not bite. Mr. H. But, Miss Clementine, I am afraid that I am very sorry, it is very awkward, but you really misunderstand me. Miss R. Oh, no; I have always appreciated you, Aniseseed; you dress so well that my heart melted at the very sight of you. Mr. H. (in great alarm). When does the steamer sail? Miss R. You have just fifteen minutes; you really must hurry if you wish to pack. Good by, dear; oh! if you can't find pa at his office, you must look up ma. Mr. H. (waving his cane wildly. Aside). I must get out of this place as soon as I can. A man's life is n't safe here. I never had such a turn in my life. (Starts to go.) Good by, Miss Rogers. Miss R. Fly on the wings of love to New York and back. I shall eschew "light summer mashing in all its forms during your absence. (Mr. Hunt steals away unobserved.) Don't forget pa's address: Rogers, Sherman & Peet, Glue and Leather. (Perceives that Mr. H. has gone.) What, gone! and no tender farewell! Alas! I fear that he will never ruin a summer's day for me again. I have been unmaidenly, I grant, and I would cut a sorry figure in an international novel, but I think I have found a Rogers' Ready Relief from Dudes. |