You can buy one in a drug store.
DICK. I ought to have some present to carry in my breast pocket; don't
you know bullets are always warded off that way?
GEORGIANA. Oh, that was in the old romantic days of the nineteenth
century, and then it was a prayer book or a bunch of love letters.
To-day it's much more apt to be a cigarette case!
[_The children run in, led by_ PHILIP.
PHILIP. They've gone! Hurrah! They've gone!
[GEORGIANA _and_ DICK _rise._
CHRISTOPHER. They've gone! They've gone!
[TOOTS _hangs on to_ DICK.
PHILIP. [_Taking hold of_ GEORGIANA.] Come on, now, our game, or we'll
never have it!
CHRISTOPHER. Blindman's buff!
TOOTS. Yes, blindman's buff!
GEORGIANA. [_To_ DICK.] Are you game?
DICK. Just one round, and then I must be off. I'll be blindfolded.
[_Takes out his handkerchief._
TOOTS. I want to be blindfolded!
PHILIP. No! Let Mr. Dick!
DICK. [_Giving his handkerchief to_ GEORGIANA.] Will you blindfold me?
GEORGIANA. [_Binds his eyes._] To my faults?
DICK. That would be Love's Labour Lost.
GEORGIANA. How do you mean Love's Labour Lost?
PHILIP. Don't let him peek!
DICK.
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