Poison a Farce

Thank you for checking out this book by Theophania Publishing. We appreciate your business and look forward to serving you soon. We have thousands of titles available, and we invite you to search for us by name, contact us via our website, or download our most recent catalogues. MARY JANE. But I tell you this is Mr. Twitters' breakfast, mum. There's no telling what he'll do if he don't catch the train this morning. He's ordered the horse ready since seven o'clock. MOTHER (breaking an egg). In the midst of life we are in death. I have left my humble lodgings this morning to attend the interment of the remains of our late pastor, the Rev. Dr. Elijah Paddy--a hot muffin, Mary Jane MARY JANE. What will master say, mum? There won't be no breakfast left. He has the alarm-clock set in his hat-bath to wake him at seven, and it made such a noise, mum, that he flung it out the window and went to sleep again. And he's been rampaging round and ordering breakfast on the table for the last hour. MOTHER. The carriage will serve me in my sad errand. I have a floral tribute in this box to place upon the grave of the dear departed, --a little more hot toast, Mary Jane, --an anchor, expressive of hope and Christian resignation. It will be but a trifle among the many offerings. The Rev. Mr. Paddy never knew how many friends he had until he was dead (breaking another egg). MARY JANE. You're eating the last egg, mum. MOTHER. I grieve that there is no other egg, but this will suffice to support me through the trying ceremony. He was an eminent Christian, -he had three wives. (Bell rings.