Thank you, sir." (Stitches away like lightning at the coat.) "Eat away, children! now is your time; when once I begin, the pie will soon end; I do everything so quick." _Roxalana._ "The lady sews quicker than you, mother." _Woffington._ "Bless the child, don't come so near my sword-arm; the needle will go into your eye, and out at the back of your head." This nonsense made the children giggle.
"The needle will be lost--the child no more--enter undertaker--house turned topsy-turvy--father shows Woffington to the door--off she goes with a face as long and dismal as some people's comedies--no names--crying fine chan-ey oranges." The children, all but Lucy, screeched with laughter.
Lucy said gravely: "Mother, the lady is very funny." "You will be as funny when you are as well paid for it." This just hit poor Trip's notion of humor, and he began to choke, with his mouth full of pie.
"James, take care," said Mrs.Triplet, sad and solemn.
James looked up.
"My wife is a good woman, madam," said he; "but deficient in an important particular." "Oh, James!" "Yes, my dear.

I regret to say you have no sense of humor; nummore than a cat, Jane." "What! because the poor thing can't laugh at your comedy ?" "No, ma'am; but she laughs at nothing." "Try her with one of your tragedies, my lad." "I am sure, James," said the poor, good, lackadaisical woman, "if I don't laugh, it is not for want of the will.

I used to be a very hearty laugher," whined she; "but I haven't laughed this two years." "Oh, indeed!" said the Woffington.

"Then the next two years you shall do nothing else." "Ah, madam!" said Triplet.

"That passes the art, even of the great comedian." "Does it ?" said the actress, coolly.
_Lucy._ "She is not a comedy lady.