And your punch--heavenly! Do ask
us again. Good night.
HOSTESS--Thank you so much! So good of you to come.
ANOTHER GUEST--Yes, we must go. I've had a perfectly dear time.
HOSTESS--So sorry you must go. So good of you to come. Good night.
IN THE DRESSING-ROOM
CHORUS OF GUESTS--Wasn't it awful?--Such low people!--Why did we ever
come--Parvenue!
ELOCUTIONIST--I was all right, wasn't I, mama? You noticed they never
clapped a bit until I'd walked the whole length of the room to my chair.
It just showed how wrought up they were. You nearly mixed me up, though,
prompting me in the wrong place; I--
HOSTESS (_throwing herself on sofa as door closes on last guest_)--Well,
I'm completely done up! (_To Poor Relative_)--Maria, run up to my room,
and get my red worsted bed-slippers. I can't stand these satin tortures
a minute longer. Entertaining is an awful strain. It's so hard trying
not to say the wrong thing at the right place. But, then, it certainly
went off beautifully. I could tell every one had such a good time!
COMIN' THU
BY ANNE VIRGINIA CULBERTSON
Yer's a sinner comin' thu,
Crowd roun', bre'ren, sisters, too,
Sing wid all yo' might an' main,
He'p de sinner out er pain,
He's comin', comin' thu.
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