It won't be any harder work than reading
the Sunday newspapers. What have you there?
Perkins (looking at two tickets he has abstracted from his vest-
pocket). Tickets for Irving--this evening--Lyons Mail--third row
from the stage. I was just thinking--
Mrs. Perkins. Don't tell me what you were thinking, my dear. It
can't be expressible in polite language.
Perkins. You are wrong there, my dear. I wasn't thinking cuss-words
at all. I was only reflecting that we didn't miss much anyhow, under
the circumstances.
Mrs. Perkins. Miss much? Why, Thaddeus, what _do_ you mean?
Perkins. Nothing--only that for action continuous and situations
overpowering The Lyons Mail isn't a marker to an evening of
preparation for Amateur Dramatics.
Enter Jennie.
Jennie. Excuse me, mim, but the coachman says shall he wait any
longer? He's been there three hours now.
[CURTAIN]
THE FATAL MESSAGE
CHARACTERS:
MR. THADDEUS PERKINS, in charge of the curtain.
MRS. THADDEUS PERKINS, cast for Lady Ellen.
MISS ANDREWS, cast for the maid.
MR. EDWARD BRADLEY, an under-study.
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