Punch, Or The London Charivari

. TORVALD is so practical. (To Mrs. LINDEN, _who comes in with a large cardboard box._) Ah, CHRISTINA, so you have brought in my old costume? Would you mind, as my husband's new Cashier, just doing up the trimming for me?

_Mrs. L._ Not at all--is it not part of my regular duties? (_Sewing._) Don't you think, NORA, that you see a little too much of Dr. RANK?

Nora. Oh, I _couldn't_ see too much of Dr. RANK! He is so amusing--always talking about his complaints, and heredity, and all sorts of indescribably funny things. Go away now, dear; I hear TORVALD. [Mrs. LINDEN _goes. Enter_ TORVALD _from the Manager's room._ NORA _runs trippingly to him._

Nora (_coaxing_). Oh, TORVALD, if only you won't dismiss KROGSTAD, you can't think how your little lark would jump about and twitter!

Helmer. The inducement would be stronger but for the fact that, as it is, the little lark is generally engaged in that particular occupation. And I really must