.. and now she can sit
up and hold a biscuit on her nose ... but she really ought to mix a
little grey in her wig!
[_&c. &c., to the distraction of the Unsophisticated Guest,
who is getting quite interested in LOBELIA BANGS whom he
suddenly discovers, much to his surprise, on horseback._
_Miss F.B._
And on we cantered, without a word, in the midday heat, on our swift
mustangs.
I was only ignorant Cowboy CLEM--but I worshipped bright LOBELIA BANGS!
_Soc. Chat._ (_fortissimo_). Not for ages; but last time I met him he
was ... in a dreadful state, with the cook down with influenza ... and
so I suppose he's _married_ her by this time!
_Miss F.B._ (_excitedly_).
But hark! in the distance a weird shrill cry, a kinder mournful,
monotonous yelp--
(_Further irruption of Society Chatter_) ... is it jackal?--bison?--a
cry for help?
_Soc. Chat._ Such a complete _rest_, you know--so perfectly peaceful!
Not a soul to talk to. I _love_ it ... but, to really enjoy a tomato,
you must see it dressed ... in the _sweetest_ little sailor suit!
_Miss F.
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