[Illustration: "Some people will tell yer, now, that Margit's
_vulgar_."]
_First Girl_ (_on seat--to Second_). Here comes that young SPIFFING. I
do hope he won't come bothering _us_! (_Mr. S. gratifies her desire
by promenading past in bland unconsciousness_.) Well, I do call that
_cool_! He must have seen us. Too grand to be seen talking to us
_here_, I suppose!
_Second Girl_. I'm sure I wouldn't be seen talking to _him_, that's
all! Why, he's on'y-- [_They pick him to pieces relentlessly._
_First Girl_. Take care--he's coming round again. Now we shall see.
Mind you don't begin laughing, or else you'll set _me_ off!
[_As a natural consequence, Mr. S.'s approach excites them
both to paroxysms of maidenly mirth._
_Mr. S._ (_halting in front of them_). You two seem 'ighly amused at
something. What's the joke?
_Second Girl_ (_as the first is compelled to bury her face behind her
friend's back_). Don't you be too curious. I'll tell you this much--at
_your_ expense!
_Mr.
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