MR. BRIGGS'S PLEASURES OF HOUSEKEEPING.
Reading edition
No. IX.
ENVELOPE CONTAINING THE BUILDER'S LITTLE ACCOUNT AGAINST MR. BRIGGS—MUCH TOO SERIOUS TO JEST UPON.
No. X.
THE UNSETTLED STATE OF THE HOUSE FOR THE LAST TWO MONTHS HAS SO DISORDERED BRIGGS, THAT HIS MEDICAL ADVISER RECOMMENDS A LITTLE HORSE EXERCISE BY WAY OF A CHANGE, AND HIS EQUESTRIAN PLEASURES BEGIN.
SOMETHING LIKE A BROTHER.
Flora. "THAT'S A VERY PRETTY WAISTCOAT, EMILY!"
Emily. "YES, DEAR. IT BELONGS TO MY BROTHER CHARLES. WHEN HE GOES OUT OF TOWN HE PUTS ME ON THE FREE-LIST, AS HE CALLS IT, OF HIS WARDROBE. ISN'T IT KIND?"
A DUMB WAITER.
Old Gentleman. "WHAT THE DEUCE IS THE REASON, SIR, YOU DON'T ANSWER WHEN YOU ARE CALLED?"
(The reason is obvious. The poor child has his mouth full of green peas and jam tart.)
THE LOST ONE.
Boy. "IF YOU PLEASE, M', WAS YOU A LOOKING FOR A LITTLE DOG?"
Young Ladies. "YES! OH, YES!"
Boy. "WAS IT A SPANNEL, MUM?"
Young Ladies. "OH, YES! A MOST BEAUTIFUL LITTLE SPANIEL, WITH VERY LONG EARS."
Boy. "AH, THEN, MUM, IT'S THE SAME AS FLEW AT MASTER'S BIG DOG HERE, WOT'S BIN AND SWALLERED OF IT."
POP.
APPALLING RESULT OF INCAUTIOUSLY TAKING TOO MUCH SODA TO CORRECT ACIDITY.
REAL ENJOYMENT.
Annie. "GOOD-BYE, DEAR, YOU MUST COME AGAIN SOON, AND SPEND A GOOD LONG DAY, AND THEN I CAN SHOW YOU ALL MY NEW THINGS."
Clara. "OH! THAT WILL BE NICE! GOOD-BYE, DEAR." (Kiss and exit.)
