_Enter Mrs. A. Children, still asleep; girls at school; deck again cleared for action._
_Mrs. A._ It is one o"clock. If I can be let alone until three I can finish that last chapter.
[_Takes up pen; lays it down; reads a poem of Mrs. Browning to take the taste of ham-sandwiches out of her mouth, then resumes pen, and writes with increasing interest for fifteen minutes. Everything is steeped in quiet. Suddenly a faint murmur of voices is heard; it increases, it approaches, mingled with the tread of many feet, and a rumbling as of mighty chariot-wheels. It is only Barnum"s steam orchestrion, Barnum"s steam chimes, and Barnum"s steam calliope, followed by an array of ruff-scruff. They stop exactly opposite the house. The orchestrion blares, the chimes ring a knell to peace and harmony, the calliope shrieks to heaven. The infants wake and shriek likewise. Exit Mrs. A.
Curtain falls._]
SCENE V. STUDY.
_Enter Mrs. A. Peace restored; children happy with nurse. Seizes pen and writes rapidly. Doorbell rings, cook announces caller; n.o.body Mrs. A. wants to see, but somebody she MUST see. Exit Mrs. A. in a state of rigid despair._
SCENE VI. HALL.
[_Visitor gone; Mrs. A. starts for study. Enter Girl of Eight followed by Girl of Ten._]
_Duettino._
_Girl of Ten._ Mamma, _please_ give me my music lesson now, so I can go and skate; and then won"t you _please_ make some jelly-cake? And see, my dress is torn, and my slate-frame needs covering.
_Girl of Eight._ Where are my roller-skates? Where is the strap? Can I have a pickle? Please give me a cent. A girl said _her_ mother wouldn"t let her wear darned stockings to school. I"m _ashamed_ of my stockings.
You might let me wear my new ones.
[_Mrs. A. gives music lesson; mends dress; covers slate-frame; makes jelly-cake and a pudding; goes to nursery and sends nurse down to finish ironing._]
SCENE VII. NURSERY.
[_Mrs. A. with babies on her lap. Enter husband and father with hands full of papers and general air of having finished his day"s work._]
_Mr. A._ Well, how is everything? Children all right, I see. You must have had a nice, quiet day. Written much?
_Mrs. A._ (_faintly_). Not very much.
_Mr. A._ (_complacently_). Oh, well, you can"t force these things. It will be all right in time.
_Mrs. A._ (_in a burst of repressed feeling_). We need the money so much, Charles!
_Mr. A._ (_with an air of offended dignity_). Oh, bother! You are not expected to support the family.
[_Mrs. A., thinking of that dentist"s bill, that shoe bill, and the summer outfit for a family of six, says nothing. Exit Mr. A., who re-enters a moment later._]
_Mr. A._ You--a--haven"t fixed my coat, I see.
_Mrs. A._ (_with a guilty start_). I--I forgot it!
_Gibbering Fiend Conscience._ Ha, ha! Ho, ho!
_Curtain falls amid chorus of exulting demons._
I have reserved for the close numerous instances of woman"s facility at badinage and repartee. It is there, after all, that she shines perennial and pre-eminent. You will excuse me if I give them to you one after another without comment, like a closing display of fireworks.
And first let me quote from Mrs. Rollins, as an instance of the way in which women often react upon each other in repartee, a little conversation which it was once her privilege to overhear:
"_Margaret._ I wonder you never have been married, Kate. Of course you"ve had lots of chances. Won"t you tell us how many?
"_Kate._ No, indeed! I could not so cruelly betray my rejected lovers.
"_Helen._ Of course you wouldn"t tell us _exactly_; but would you mind giving it to us in round numbers?
"_Kate._ Certainly not; the roundest number of all exactly expresses the chances I have had.
"_Charlotte_ (_with a sigh_). Now I know what people mean by Kate"s _circle of admirers_!"
A lady was discussing the relative merits and demerits of the two s.e.xes with a gentleman of her acquaintance. After much badinage on one side and the other, he said: "Well, you never yet heard of casting seven devils out of a man." "No," was the quick retort, "_they"ve got "em yet_!"
"What would you do in time of war if you had the suffrage?" said Horace Greeley to Mrs. Stanton.
"Just what you have done, Mr. Greeley," replied the ready lady; "stay at home and urge others to go and fight!"
It was Margaret Fuller who worsted Mrs. Greeley in a verbal encounter.
The latter had a decided aversion to kid gloves, and on meeting Margaret shrank from her extended hand with a shudder, saying: "Ugh! Skin of a beast! skin of a beast!"
"Why," said Miss Fuller, in surprise, "what do you wear?"
"_Silk_," said Mrs. Greeley, stretching out her palm with satisfaction.
Miss Fuller just touched it, saying, with a disgusted expression, "Ugh!
entrails of a worm! entrails of a worm!"
Mademoiselle de Mars, the former favorite of the Theatre de Francais, had in some way offended the Gardes du Corps. So one night they came in full force to the theatre and tried to hiss her down.
The actress, unabashed, came to the front of the stage, and alluding to the fact that the Gardes du Corps never went to war, said: "What has Mars to do with the Gardes du Corps?"
Madame Louis de Segur is daughter of the late Casimir Perier, who was Minister of the Interior during Thiers"s administration. When once out of office, but still an influential member of the House, he once tried to form a new Moderate Republican party, meeting with but little success.