ar! What--"

_Mrs. Campbell:_ "Going, Agnes!"

_Mrs. Roberts:_ "Coming, Amy! Try to think of something else that I
ought to remember, Edward!"

_Roberts:_ "Some word to the girls when they come in?"

_Mrs. Roberts:_ "No!"

_Roberts:_ "About the children, something?"

_Mrs. Roberts:_ "No, no!"

_Roberts:_ "Willis, then; what Amy wants him to do?"

_Mrs. Roberts:_ "Oh, no, no! I shall surely die if I can't think of it!"

_Mrs. Campbell_, at the door of the apartment: "Gone!"

_Mrs. Roberts_, flying after her, as the door closes with a bang: "Oh,
Amy! how can you be so heartless? She's driven it quite out of my
head!"

II

_Mr. Willis Campbell:_ "Hello, hello, hello! _Oh_, hello, hello, hello!
Wake up, in there! Roberts, wake up! Sound the loud timbrel! Fire,
murder, and sudden death! _Wake_ up! Monday morning, you know; here's
Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, all gone and nothing
done! Come, arouse thee, my merry Swiss boy! Take thy pail and to labor
away! All aboard! Train for Newton, West Newton, Newtonville,
Auburndale, Riverside, and Newton Lower Falls, on track No. 5. Express
to Newton. Wake up, Roberts! Here's McIlheny, out here, wants to know
why you took his wife for a cook. Hurry up! he can't wait. Wake up, you
old seven-by-nine sleeper, you, or Mrs. Miller's musicale will just
simply expire on the spot. Come! It's after ten o'clock now, or it will
be in about five minutes. Hurry up! Hello, hello, hello!" Campbell
accompanies his appeals with a tempest of knocks, thumps, and bangs on
the outside of Roberts's chamber door. Within, Roberts is discovered, at
first stretched on his bed in profound repose, which becomes less and
less perfect as Campbell's blows and cries penetrate to his
consciousness. He moves, groans, drops back into slumber, groans again,
coughs, sits up on the bed, where he has thrown himself with all his
clothes on, and listens. "I say, aren't you going to Mrs. Miller's? If
you are, you'd better get out of bed some time before the last call for
breakfast. Now ready in the dining-car!"

_Roberts_, leaping out of bed and flinging open the door: "Why, I've
_been_ to Mrs. Miller's!"

_Campbell_, entering with his hat on, and his overcoat on his arm; "Oh
no, you haven't, you poor, suffering creature! That was a heavenly
dream! Why, good gracious, man, you're not dressed!" Campbell is himself
in perfectly appointed evening-dress, and he stares in dismay at the