Enter Butler Burnett

Butler Burnett: Mrs Primsunday Maam.
Lady Mishap: I know. We just met.
Butler Burnett: Shall your Ladyship be not requiring me for anything else.
Lady Mishap: Unless you're to tell me its night fall after I've lit my lantern, no that would be all.
Butler Burnett: As you wish.
Mrs Primsunday: What a lovely man. So straightforward.
Lady Mishap: Though strangely never forward. I am sure he collects in antique dust.
Mrs Primsunday: Like a goodly great grandfather clock I'm sure.
Lady Mishap: Yes, one that tells the time of another age.
Mrs Primsunday: Oh, the sun always sets happier on the past. We all would like its illumination
upon the present.
Lady Mishap: Up-to-dateness should be the present of the present. I'm thinking of jazzing this
place up.
Mrs Primsunday: What, into the jazz era?
Lady Mishap: If I get it kicking and screaming from the old Victorian age, that'll be a start. Yes,
you can send word out via the gossip-helpline that there will be Charleston on the lawns come
afternoon tea tomorrow. All ladies may bring their attentive gentlemen and all unattended
gentlemen may follow their unattended ladies. Its sure to be a right romp.
Mrs Primsunday: Won't it be a mishap? I'm sure they gave out rain.
Lady Mishap: Cobblers. The only thing weather forecasters forecast are their wrong forecasts.
Mrs Primsunday: What you will. I'll whisper a few invites then.
Lady Mishap: I'm sure you'll stir up a storm in an English teacup's interest by the speed your lips
move.
Mrs Primsunday: They don't move as quick as my baking fingers tho.
Lady Mishap: Quite right. That reminds me. Bring cakes and refreshments with you. I'll settle
with you later. You will be coming I gather.
Mrs Primsunday: Well, I can't have the Charlestoning couples empty bellied can I?
Lady Mishap: Quite right, they'll be working up quite an appetite and not just for loving.
Mrs Primsunday: Yes, quite.
Lady Mishap: Right, weather arranged. Food arranged. Now for the difficult thing. The music.
Mrs Primsunday: Sweet Lady is always a modern classic to start with.
Lady Mishap: Yes, you're right. And then Seaside Rendezvous.
Mrs Primsunday: Lazing On A Sunday Afternoon?
Lady Mishap: And then Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy!
Mrs Primsunday: I'd finish with the Dreamer's Ball.
Lady Mishap: Not til after we've had The Millionaire Waltz.
Mrs Primsunday: Oh, You Take My Breath Away.
Lady Mishap: Yes, we'll have that too.
Mrs Primsunday: Fine, all's settled then.
Lady Mishap: Now, off then and bring me my guests.......Oh, its a hard life arranging all these things.