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There's some confounded fool _inside_ this chair!
_The Simple Little Thing_ (_tickling him under the chin with her
fan_). Shouldn't call yourself names! I'm going--don't get up on
_my_ account. [_She goes off, laughing; a crowd collects and heartily
enjoys his situation._
_The M.M._ (_later--very red after his release_). If I could have
found a policeman, I'd have given that chair in custody! It's
scandalous to call _that_ coming in Fancy Dress! [_Exit indignantly._
* * * * *
THE BROWN-JONES INCIDENT.
(_ADAPTED FROM THE FRENCH._)
SCENE--_A Street. Enter BROWN and JONES. They meet, and
regard one another for a moment, fixedly. Then they salute one
another respectfully._
_Brown._ I have been looking for you everywhere.
_Jones._ Then I am delighted to have met you.
_Brown._ I have said of you that you are a trickster, a scoundrel, a
fool, and an idiot!
_Jones._ Yes--and I have regretted the saying, because it shows to me
that you have misunderstood the great literary movement of the present
day, in its vast and varied effort.
_Brown._ Of that I know nothing, for I confess I have never read your
books.
_Jones_ (_reproachfully_). Yes--and yet you accuse me of being a
trickster, a scoundrel, and a fool, without knowing my works?
_Brown.
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