_She._ Will Lady Jane before those Jones's bow?
_He._ Shall I, I wonder, get my knighthood now?
_She._ Doctor, dear doctor, what _does_ ail my back?
_He._ Will Lord Fitz-Faddle give that berth to Jack?
_She._ Is Nelly really sweet on _that_ young Brown?
_He._ Are Costa Ricas going up or down?
_She._ He seemed so sparkish! Is it _quite_ too late?
_He._ Dull, this! _Am_ I too old a bird to mate?
[Illustration: _Smithson (the celebrated poet, novelist, playwright,
&c.)._ "But, my dear young lady, I really don't understand you. I
haven't been winning any ping-pong tournament. I don't play."
_Miss Brown._ "Oh, but _surely_ I heard our hostess say you were '_the_
Mr. Smithson!'"]
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