Lord Slimly: Has anyone seen Rupert?
Darling Bell: Rupert the Bear?
Lord Slimly: No, Rupert, Mrs. Primsunday's dog. Its slipped the lead.
Lady Slush: I'm sure I would find himif were here. I'm quite alergic you know.
Lord Slimly: And I'm alergic to looking, but I said that I wold.
Harmony of Hinterburne: Take a seat then, you look shattered.
Lord Slimly: Thank you. I do feel like I've been in a long game of musical chairs.
Darling Bell: More like hide and seek!
Lord Slimly: Or hide because DON'T seek. Phew, I think I'm dying. I'm sure I would
die now if my stomach wasn't rumbling for a piece of cake. Mrs. Prim offered my
one in return for the dog. Little did I realise the rascal'd be so difficult to find.
Lady Mishap: You look as tho you've been thru hedge, weir and stream. Its so
unbecoming.
Lord Slimly: O, hi lovey. Thanks for yor concern.
Lady Mishap: I've a greater concern for Mrs. Prim's puppie. It can be quite cold of a
nite to be out in.
Lord Slimly: I think when last he was seen he was wearing a fur coat tho.
Darling Bell: O I would love to wear one of those, only my whistling students aren't
partial to them. They're very particular on animal affairs.
Harmony of Hinterburne: How are they on women's rites?
Darling Bell: They're very good indeed. I have the rite to have myself whistled to.
Lady Slush: I'd think that so sexist if I didn't wish that wold happed to me.
Lady Mishap: Well, I don't need that. I have my man rite here, if he hasn't already
expired.
Darling Bell: You mean you haven't been checking on him?
Lady Mishap: I was listening to the sparkling conversation! My man hasn't currently
the breath for that.
Lord Slimly: Oh, fiddlesticks.
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