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The Dime dialogues no. 31 : twenty minor dramas, extravaganzas, burlesques, farces, dress and humorous pieces, for the amateur stage, parlors, schools and exhibitions / all original and by favorite authors, professors, teachers and amateurs.
Date Added
9 January 2014
Format
Book
Language
English
Publish Date
1884
Publisher
New York : M.J. Ivers & Co., publishers, 379 Pearl Street
Series
Beadle's dime dialogues > no. 31
Source
Dime Novel and Popular Literature
Alternate Title
Beadle's dime dialogues, no. thirty one Beadle's dime dialogues, no. 31 Sloman's angel.
Topic
Popular literature > Specimens. Dime novels > Specimens. Dialogues.
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‘18 THE DIME DIALOGUES.
Scenz IV.—Dining-room. Table sct for dinnor. Mns. Barn at
head of table, looking troubled. Daughters arranging napkins
and epergne, . ms
CLEM. What’s on your mind, mother?
Mrs. B. The pot-pie. I tried to make one hen do, an’ now,
I'm afraid it won’t go around. Let me calculate. There’s
only twelve boarders, Two wings are two—four pieces of.
vhite meat are six—two second joints are eight—two legs
are ten—an’ there are twelve of ‘em! I wish to gracious |
knew if any of ’em only took dumpling, or that hens wero
quadrupeds. CO
CLEM. What will Kitty and I do for dinner? -
Mrs, B. There’s some of yesterday’s ham in the pantry.
: (Anter Mr. SmyrTue, Ais child, and Mrs. REDDING:)
Mrs. R, I come to say good-by, Mrs. Barr.
Mrs. B. What, without a week’s warning?.— :
Mrs. R. Without an hour’s warning, madam. But I am
sorry to part with your two daughters. Young ladies, I hope
to have the pleasure of seeing you at. my house, sometim
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Bot Your house, Mrs. Redding?
Mrs. R. Not Mrs, Redding now—Mrs, Smythe—.
Mrs. B. (Violently.) Mrs. Smythe! Ha, ha, haf I. see
through it all now! Didn’t I tell you, Clementina? Didn’t I
tell you, Kitty? 1 knew she would get around him, making
a fool of herself over that child.
Mr. 8. Be a little cautious what terms you use in speaking
of my wife, Mrs. Barr. Maude has already repeated to me, in
her innocent way, much of your private conversation.
M. Nassy woman{ don’t like her! Pinched my arm!
What ts setting your cap, papa? Js my pretty new mamma
setting her cap for you like the nassy Woman says? Az
I going to be shut up in the closet when Miss Clem is my
mamma?
Mr. 8. Hush, hush, my darling. (Zaughing.) You see
madam, little pitchers have big cane Conghena.)
Mrs. B. I hate the little torment!
M. Is’ooa great catch, papa? What is a catch?’
Mr. 8. Mrs. Smythe, we had better make our good-by as
brief as possible. Our little darling talks too much. Here,
madam, is your moncy for one week’s board of self and daugh-
ter; also what my wife owes you—
. Mrs. B. There are extras, sirl_—hundreds of extras! You
cannot fool me out of damages. You engaged for a month—
an’ there’s the clock, the Dresden shepherdess, the music-box,
the alburm, my false front, three keyg out of the piano—
Mn. 8. Well, well, fam responsible; send your bill to the
Windsor to-morrow and it will be-scttlee. Good-night, madam,