No More Learning

You are more
plain spoken than polite!

Capt. M. (Aside. ) They say marriage is like cholera. 'Wonder who'll be
the next victim.

White satin slipper slides from his sleeve and falls at his feet. Left
wondering.




THE GARDEN OF EDEN

And ye shall be as--Gods!

SCENE. Thymy grass-plot at back of the Mahasu dak-bungalow, overlooking
little wooded valley. On the left, glimpse of the Dead Forest of Fagoo;
on the right, Simla Hills. In background, line of the Snows. CAPTAIN
GADSBY, now three weeks a husband, is smoking the pipe of peace on a
rug in the sunshine. Banjo and tobacco-pouch on rug.
Overhead the Fagoo
eagles. Mrs. G. comes out of bungalow.

Mrs. G. My husband!

Capt. G. (Lazily, with intense enjoyment. ) Eh, wha-at? Say that again.

Mrs. G. I've written to Mamma and told her that we shall be back on the
17th.

Capt.