_She_. "NO, DON'T SIT THERE, MR. SPLOSHER--THAT'S MY UGLY SIDE!"

_He_ (_wishing to please_). "WELL--A--REALLY--I DON'T SEE ANY
DIFFERENCE!"]

* * * * *

"NOT AT HOME!"

(_A DUOLOGUE ON A DOORSTEP._)

SCENE--_The G.O.M.'s front door. Two expectant callers,
EIGHT-HOURS BILL and Miss SARAH SUFFRAGE, in sore
disappointment and some disgust, interlocute_:--

_Mr. Bill_ (_sardonically_). _You_ too? Ah! he ain't no respecter of
pussons, _he_ ain't!

_Miss Sarah_ (_tartly_). Well, this tries the temper of even a
Suffrage she-saint.
I _did_ think,--but there, you _cannot_ trust Men--even Grand Old Ones!

_Mr. Bill. Trust_? Them as do trust Party Leaders are gen'rally _sold_
ones.
It don't a mite matter _which_ side.

_Miss Sarah_. Well, as far as I see,
The _other_ side shows the most signs, BILL, of favouring Me!
I'm sure Mister BALFOUR was awfully civil and nice.