urself at all uneasy about _that_.

_Miss Minks (coquettishly)._ I don't. There's a packet of thick ones for
you. Now, give me eightpence, and go away.

_St. Y._ The idea of expecting a fellow to have _eight_-pence about him!

_Another Impatient Member of Public._ Dozen penny stamps, Miss, please.

_Miss Minks._ If you'll _kindly_ wait till I have finished with this
gentleman!

_St. Y. (in undertone)._ You _have_ finished with this gentleman--done
for him completely!

_Miss Minks._ Do you think I don't know better than to believe such
nonsense! I shall get into _such_ a row for keeping these people
waiting--and it's all _your_ fault. [_Plaintively._

_St. Y._ Poor little girl--they _do_ work you awfully hard! I'll go
(_sentimentally_), but I shall keep these post-cards _always_!

_Miss Redtape (reading a telegram)._ Chipperfield Lodge, Chipperfield,
near Uxbridge. Can't send that, Sir.

_Author of Message._ Can't send it? Nonsense! Why?

_Miss R. (who suffers from a fixed idea; with deliberate precision)._
Because it is insufficiently addressed.

_A. of M. (much astonished)._ Where on earth is the insufficiency?

_Miss R._ "_Near_ Uxbridge"--you must alter that before I can send it.

_A. of M._ That's the address I was given; I've no reason to believe it
wants adding to, and I _can't_ add anything!

_Miss R._ Then I can't send it.

[A. of M. _remonstrates in vain, pleads, and urges._--Miss RUTINA
_remains obdurate, and he has to retire, helpless_.

_Miss Minks (gabbling out form handed in by anxious-looking Lady)._ "For
love of Heaven do nothing of kind. Come to me at once, TINY"--you want
that to go as it is?

_Anx. Lady._ Yes--yes--there's no irregularity in it, is there?

_Miss Minks (severely)._ You know that better than I can tell you.
Limmer's? Limmer's _what_?

_Anx. Lady._ Limmer's Hotel.

_Miss Minks._ Then that will be another halfpenny--it will be sent off
in its proper turn.

_Enter a_ German Servant.

_German Serv. (to Miss R.)_ I vas to gif you zis delegram, blease.

_Miss R._ Very well--you can leave it. Stop--who's it addressed to?
(_With much decision._) _This_ won't do!

_Germ. Serv._ I vas to gif it to you. Is it not for ze Lord Meyer?

_Miss R._ Lord Mayor, yes, I see that well enough, but _where_?

_Germ. Serv._ I subbose vere he dwell at--I do not know how you gall
it--on ze oondergroundt I zink it is.

_Miss R._ Don't know any Lord Mayor who lives underground--can'