And she looked like--"

GUEST (_to another_)--Thirty cents, old chap! I tell you, there's
nothing will knock you out quicker than--

HOSTESS--'Sh, 'sh, 'sh!

(_Young woman finishes, and retires amidst subdued applause. Reappears
immediately and gives "The Maniac."_)

HOSTESS--As I have been disappointed in my best talent for this evening,
Mr. Briggs has kindly consented to do some of his parlor-magic tricks.

(Mr. Briggs _steps forward, a large, florid young man, wearing a "made"
dress-tie, the buckle of which crawls up the back of his collar._)

BRIGGS--Now, ladies and gentlemen, I shall have to ask you all to move
to the other side of the room. (_This is accomplished with muttered
uncomplimentary remarks concerning the magician._)

BRIGGS (_to Hostess_)--I must have the piano pushed to the further end.
I must have plenty of space. (_All the men guests are pressed into
service, and, with much difficulty the piano is moved._)

BRIGGS--Now, I want four large screens.

HOSTESS (_faintly_)--But I have only two!

BRIGGS--Well, then, get me a clothes-horse and a couple of sheets.