Part 2

_Chem._— Very well.

_King._—Our daughter here is sad and sick at heart, And very much in need of all your art. She’s eaten so much candy here and there, That for a lover’s sweetness she don’t care, And seems unable to pick out, or know A husband, when she sees him.

_Prof._—Strange!

_Chem._—Ho! Ho!!

_King._—What shall we do?

_Cara._—Oh yes! what shall we do? Please think of something nice, I trust in you.

_Prof._—H’m, h’m, the case is bad.

_Cara._—Oh, say not so! I think I’d like to have a real nice beau; An interesting lover—brave and strong, And handsome, too—with ringlets light and long, Yes, find me such an one—

(_Long pause. By-play._ PROF. _and all thinking._)

_Prof._ (_suddenly_).— I have it—stop! I think I have a meal-bag in my shop, ’Twill make a first-rate stomach, filled with straw; I’ll warrant it to last six years and more. A pair of wooden legs—keep still! be calm, If I remember right, I have an arm.

_Cara._—Oh! that’s just splendid!

_King._— We don’t understand. A pair of legs—explain it—we command!

_Cara._—Why father, don’t you see? He’ll make a beau.

_Prof._—Yes; manufacture one to order.

_King._— Oh!

_Prof._—I’ve often made ’em—nothing new to me— Alchemic science—chemistry.

_King._— We see!

_Prof._—And now, as that is all arranged, my lord, Suppose we shape and settle my reward.

_King._—Oh, yes! most true—we’re sorry it is so, But as it happens—Saturday, you know— On Saturday we’re always short. Good-bye! We’ll see you soon, and settle. (_Aside._) What a lie!

_Prof._—Excuse me, an advance must now be made, Or else the lover’s clothes will be delayed. Some money I must have to buy his hat, His shoes and stockings, coat, and this and that.

_King._—Well, how much, then? (_Angrily._)

_Prof._— Two dollars.

_King._— That’s too steep. We haven’t it!

_Prof._— Well, then, the beau _I’ll_ keep.

(PROF. _turns to go out._)

_Cara._—Oh, pa!

_King._— We haven’t it! (_To_ PROF.) Now, look’ee here, We think that price is very much too dear; But we can make a compromise, we think, We’ll give a dollar and seventy cents—in chink. The other thirty cents cannot be paid In cash; but take your pick of any maid Of all these!

_Maids._— We won’t go!!

_King_ (_angrily shouting_).—The entire crew!!

_Maids._—No, sir!

_Sassy._— No, sir! (_Coming forward._)

_King._— We’ll throw in Sassyfrass, too!!

(MAIDS _and_ SASSY. _all crowd together_ L. _and talk._)

_Prof._—It’s done! (_Joyfully_).

_Maids._— We won’t!

_King._— What!!

_Sassy._— We don’t mean offence, But we’re not going to be sold for thirty cents. We don’t mind being sold at our own price, But sold for thirty cents—it isn’t nice.

(_Music._ MAIDS _and_ SASSY. _all talk together—then on last note all scream_—SASSY. _takes up note._)

No. 12.

| _Sassy._— We won’t be sold for thirty cents. | | _S. & Maids._— { No, we won’t. No, we won’t. | _Others._— { Yes, you will. Yes, you will. | | _Sassy._— We’ll scratch and bite in our defence. | | _S. & Maids._— { Yes, we will; we will. | _Others._— { No, you won’t; you won’t! | | _Prof._— Just listen now to reason. | | _S. & Maids._— No, we won’t. No, we won’t. | | _King._— We’ll hang you all for treason. | | _S. & Maids._— No, you won’t. You can’t! | | _S. & Maids._— { No, you won’t; we’ll scratch. | _Others._— { Yes, we will. | | _S. & Maids._— { No, you won’t; we’ll scream. | _Others._— { Yes, we will; we will. | | (MAIDS _and_ SASSY. _all scream._) | | _2d Verse._ | | _Sassy._— We won’t go with him anywhere. | | _S. & Maids._— { No, we won’t. No, we wont. | _Others._— { Yes, you will. Yes, you will. | | _Sassy._— Stick pins and needles in his chair. | | _S. & Maids._— { Yes, we will; we will. | _Others._— { No, you won’t; you won’t. | | _Chorus.—Same as first._

(MAIDS _and_ SASSY. _scream, then talk loudly by themselves, till stopped by_ KING.)

_King._—Young females! stop this most unseemly burst, You’re in the presence high of Nougat First. (_To Prof._) Professor! it is settled. Here’s the cash;

(_Gives money to_ PROF.)

We’ll send these maids when they have grown less rash.

(PROF. _bows—takes money—turns to_ CARA.)

_Prof._—Now, Princess, I can find, as I have said, The stomach, legs, an arm—perhaps a head. We’ll put all these together in a wink; With glue and hinges—then we’ll paint him pink; But as to features—eyes, and hair, and nose, As fine as we can make them, I suppose.

_Cara._—Oh yes!—a poem of beauty he must be, As beautiful—as beautiful—let’s see. (_Thinks._) As beautiful as candy—Oh!—what fun— Quick Sassyfrass!—a box of candy—run!

(_Exit_ SASSY. C. _door._)

Oh won’t it be delightful—listen well, And how I want his features made—I’ll tell.

(_Music._) _Prelude._

No. 13.

| (_Recit._) A box of candy I will give to you. In it you will find | delicious choc’late creams and lemon drops, rose lozenges and sugar | almonds, molasses candy, too, and soothing juju paste—but far above | all others, you will find my caramels, of which his noble heart is | to be made. | | (_Sings._) He must be fair. | | _King._—(_Explaining to Chemists._) He must be fair. | | _Prof. and Chemists._—(_Writing on slates._) He must be f-a-r-e. | (_Spelling word._) | | _Cara._—With golden hair. | | _King._— With golden hair. | | _Prof. and Chemists._—(_Writing._) With golden h-a-r-e. | | _All._— He must be fair, with golden hair. | | _Cara. & King._— { Be ye sure to have it done. | _Prof. & Chem’s._— { We’ll be sure to have it done. | | _All._—He must be fair, with golden hair. | | _Cara. & King._— { Please attend to number one. | _P. & Chem’s._— { We’ll attend to number one. | | (_Chemists keeping time by scratching on slates with Pencils._) | | _2d Verse._ | | _Cara._—Voice free from screams. | | _King._— Voice free from screams. | | _Prof. & Chemists._— Voice free from s-k-r-ee-m-s. | | _Cara._—Like choc’late creams. | | _King._— Like choc’late creams. | | _Prof. & Chemists._— Like choc’late—— | | (PROF. _speaks._) How do you spell creams? | | _Chemists._— With a K. | | _All._— Voice free from screams, like choc’late creams. | | _Cara. & King._— { As we say, so you must do. | _P. & Chem’s._— { As you say, so we will do. | | _All._— Voice free from screams, like choc’late creams. | | _Cara. & King._— { Please attend to number two. | _P. & Chem’s._— { We’ll attend to number two. | | _3d Verse._ | | _Cara._—Heart which excels. | | _King._— Heart which excels. | | _Prof. & Chemists._—(_Writing._) Heart which ex-c-e-l-z. | | _Cara._—Like caramels. | | _King._— Like caramels. | | _Prof. & Chemists._— Like cara-m-e-l-z. | | _All._— Heart which excels, like caramels. | | _Cara. & King._— { As we say, so it must be. | _P. & Chem’s._— { As you say, so shall it be. | | _All._— Heart which excels, like caramels. | | _Cara. & King._— { Please attend to number three. | _P. & Chem’s._— { We’ll attend to number three.

(_During last chorus enter_ SASSY., C. _door, with box of candy._)

_Sassy._—Here is your candy. (_Sullenly._)

_Cara._ (_turning_).— Thank you. (_To_ PROF.) Now to work. Here, take it. Stay, I’d better take a look. Yes, that’s all right—but what!

(_Starts back—screams._)

Oh! horror!!! Oh!!! Quick!—Catch me.—Ah, I faint and fainter grow.

(KING _holds_ CARA.—_takes box._)

_King._— Great guns!!

_Sassy._— Why, what’s the matter?

_Prof._— Feel her pulse.

(PROF. _feels_ CARA.’S _pulse._)

Ah, intermittent!—very!

_King._— What results?

_Prof._— Refrangible—refulgent!

_Cara._— Where am I?

_Prof._— Octagonal—organic!

_King._— Will she die?

_Prof._— Pre-eminent—we fear it!

_Cara._— Let me go!

(CARA. _stands up._)

I’m better now!

_King._— Recovered?

_Prof._ (_triumphantly_).—Told you so!

_Cara._— Where is it? Take it hence!—away!—depart! That wicked, horrid, peppery Cinnamon Heart.

_All._— A Cinnamon Heart!!!

_King._— Where is it?

_Cara._ (_pointing to box_).— There! in there!! Oh take it out, the sight I cannot bear.

(KING _takes Cinnamon Heart out of box, and shows it._)

_King._— Ah! here it is. A Cinnamon Heart! Now say, What shall be done with it?

_Cara._— Throw it away!!

_King._— It don’t look like a disagreeable thing. What’s bad about these Cinnamon Hearts?

_Cara._— They _sting_!!

_King._— Oh pshaw! _I_ think they must be very nice.

No. 14.

| (_Low, weird music._) | | (_Tastes of Cin. Heart, and then begins to jump about and yell | with pain._)

Great guns! Oh! water—milk—apollinaris—ice!! Quick! bring me something this distress to stop. Ho! water! ice-cream!

_Sassy._— Take a lemon drop.

(_Gives_ KING _lemon drop out of box._)

_King._— Here, Sassyfrass, please take it out of sight, And smash it—burn it—anything!

_Sassy._— All right.

(SASSY. _takes Cin. Heart from_ KING.)

(_Music._) (_Lights down quickly. Moon._ CARA. _recit._)

No. 15.

| _Cara._—See, how fast the evening falls, | Night’s shadows softly creep along; | The silver moon fast rising o’er the hills, | And all in peace—is still. | | (_Interlude._)

No. 16.

| _Cara._—How can we ever be at peace? | How feel that calm which peace imparts? | While candy-makers never cease | To manufacture Cinnamon Hearts? | | _All._— ——those Cinnamon Hearts, | ——those Cinnamon Hearts. | Those puckery, fiery, very unsavory, | Peppery Cinnamon Hearts. | | (_Repeat chorus._) | | _2d Verse._ | | _Cara._—Life might be borne without gum-drops, | Nor cheered by even apple tarts; | But, oh! existence would be tops- | I-turvy quite with Cinnamon Hearts. | | _All._— ——with those Cinnamon Hearts, | ——with those Cinnamon Hearts. | Those puckery, fiery, very unsavory, | Peppery Cinnamon Hearts. | | (_Repeat chorus._) | | (_At end of chorus, heavy crash of thunder—cymbals and gong—then low | music in minor. All stop—frightened._ TABLEAU. _Moon changes to | blazing Cinnamon Heart in sky._)

_Slow Curtain._ (_Total silence._)

ACT II.

_Scene.—Chemist’s Laboratory. Stone wall at back with raised stone step. Hidden pivoted door rear_ L. C. _Arched stone ceiling. Stone forge_ R., _with fire and retorts. Door_ L. _Window at back_ R. C. _Chemists seated and standing. All working upon different parts of Dummy. Half light. All pounding and sawing. Low music._

No. 1.

| (_At signal all pound and sing._) | | _Chemists._—_Pound_ with the hatchet and the hammer, | (_Pound and sing loudly._) _Hammer._ | _Rip_ with the chisel and the saw, | (_Loudly._) _The saw and_ | _Slam_ just as hard as you can slam her, | _Slam her_, | _Slam_ as you never slammed before. | | _1st Chem._—All this work we are making | | _All_ (_low_).— _Making_, | | _1st Chem._—Must be done by noon, | | _All_ (_low_).— _By noon, so_ | | _1st Chem._—This great undertaking | | _All_ (_low_).— _Taking_, | Must be finished soon. | | (_Pause. All pound, saw, etc., furiously for some time, then at signal | all sing._) | | _Chorus._ | | _All._— _Pound_ with the hatchet and the hammer, | _Hammer_, | _Rip_ with the chisel and the saw, | _The saw and_ | _Slam_ just as hard as you can slam her, | _Slam her_, | _Slam_ as you never slammed before. | | (_All stop, talk together and quit work. All start. Hear some one | coming; all go back to places, and at signal, sing._) | | _2d Verse._ | | _All._— _Plane_ just as hard as you can plane her, | (_Pound and sing loudly._) _Plane her_, | _Work_ with play we can’t confound | (_Very loud._) _Confound it_, | _Paint_ her and varnish her and stain her, | _Stain her_. | _Rip, chisel, hammer her and pound._ | | _1st Chem._—All this work, etc., (_with chorus._)— | “_Plane_ just as hard,” etc.

(_After chorus all work furiously. Enter_ PROF. L. _door, carrying Dummy’s hat and coat._)

_Prof._— Is all arranged? The parts all fitting tight To one another?

_Chem._— Yes! they are.

_Prof._— That’s right! His head?

_1st Chem._— A marvel. (_Showing head._)

_Prof._— Legs?

_2d Chem._— Superb!

_Prof._— And arms? Are they in working order?

_3rd Chem._— Work like charms.

_Prof._— His nose?

_4th Chem._— A _dream_ of beauty!

_Prof._— Decent ears? I want them good.

_5th Chem._— Enough to bring forth tears!

_Prof._— His stomach well proportioned, too? Of course We must be sure of that!

_6th Chem._— O! that’s the boss.

_Prof._— ’Tis well! Now go! for I must be alone, So leave me to my mysteries. Begone!

(_Chemists put parts of Dummy together, attach it to concealed door_ C. _back, and exeunt all_ L.)

(_Pause._ PROF. _puts on apron._)

_Prof._— And now to work—the candy—ah! ’tis here; The pans to mix it in—I’ll have them near. The water—well distilled—the skull and bones, The basket filled with bloody paving stones, Where _are_ those bloody paving stones—O yes! They’re here behind the table—what a mess. The _thunder_—where can that be—_thunder_! Ho! Oh _thunder_—here it is—I ought to know I put it there myself. And now the hail, The hail,—let’s see—O yes! it’s in that pail, Quite near and handy. Now, as to effect, The lover in the centre, stiff, erect; The table on this side—crammed with all sorts Of bottles, boxes, glasses, and retorts; Mysterious music here—in sharps and flats, And just in front we’ll put that bag of cats,— That bag of cats, now, was a fine idea. _Stage_ R. Low music, cats, and thunder over here. That side is weird enough—now on the right _Stage_ L. A horrid darkness, now and then a light. Which, when it flashes, shows a heap of bones, And when it don’t, why then we’ll utter moans. Yes! agonizing moans, and bones, and groans, By rattling that big box of paving stones. ’Tis fine—the cats on this side—lightning here, The lover standing upright in the rear; King Nougat there—the Princess standing by, And here—no, here—no, here—

(_Changing position to study the effect._)

Mysterious I! _I_—Paracelsus Finigin—the seer. Ha! ha! Yes, _I’ll_ be operating here. _I_—who command, at will, the universe, Command by word, where others use the purse; Change universal laws the way I please— Yea, keep this basket upside down, with ease. Ha! ha! _with ease_.

(_Turns basket of tin pans all over him—quickly picks them up and looks around—then speaks low._)

I mean, _without these_. But now it’s time to mix The lover’s vital senses—there are six: The sense of locomotion, touch, and sight, That’s three—his hearing, voice, and heart—all right. I’ll take them all in order, one by one, Then Caramella’s lover will be done.

(_Takes candy from box, and while singing, mixes each in pans. After second verse_ SASSY. _and_ MAIDS _look in_ L. _door, dressed in poke bonnets and cloaks._)

_Music._ (PROF. _sings._)

No. 2.

| _Prof._— With juju paste our work’s begun, | Hum hum, hum hum, hum hum, hum hum— | And sense of locomotion’s done. | That’s one. | | (PROF. _puts first pan aside and takes another, which he stirs._) | | _Prof._— These lemon drops, I think, will do— | Hum hum, hum hum, hum hum, hum hum— | For sense of touch, it’s something new. | That’s two. | | _2d Verse._ | | _Prof._— Rose lozenges will surely be— | Hum hum, hum hum, hum hum, hum hum— | A first-rate sense of sight—to see. | That’s three. | These sugar almonds—two, or more— | Hum hum, hum hum, hum hum, hum hum— | His sense of hearing will restore. | That’s four. | | _3rd Verse._ | | With choc’late creams I now will strive— | Hum hum, hum hum, hum hum, hum hum— | To form his voice when he’s alive. | That’s five. | These caramels complete the tricks— | Hum hum, hum hum, hum hum, hum hum— | For out of these his heart I’ll mix. | That’s six.

(_Short dance._)

(PROF. _speaks._)

_Prof._— There, they are done! The lover is complete— A set of vital senses, just as neat As could be made.

(_Puts fans all together—turns and sees_ SASSY. _and_ MAIDS.)

Ha! Spies upon me! Go!

_Sassy._— ’Tis Sassyfrass—why do you holler so? ’Tis _I_.

_Prof._— Oh, Sassyfrass! I fain would press Your lovely form; but I’m in such a mess. Fain would I print a kiss upon your brow. But I’m engaged in mixing vitals now. Fain would I—

_Sassy._— Bosh!!

_Prof._— Yet, though it cause a sigh, This work must be performed alone—good-bye.

_S. & Maids._— Oh! let us stay. (_Aside._) The horrid thing! (_Aloud._) Oh! please.

_Prof._— ’Tis useless.

_Sassy._— Can you see us on our knees?

(SASSY. _and_ MAIDS _all kneel._)

Oh! is your heart so hard, and can you hear Our pleadings?

_Maids._— Please!

_Sassy._— Without a tear?

_Prof._— Be comforted. (_Crying._) I weep—a water-spout— But, notwithstanding that, you must get out; This mixture is the lover’s heart, you see— It’s very young and tender—

_S. & Maids._— Deary me!!

_Prof._— Susceptible and tender; so I fear At letting any woman come so near To it while in this tender state, and so E’en though I weep a torrent—you must go.

(_Puts pan of heart mixture away on shelf—weeping._)

_Sassy._ (_aside._)— Ah! ha! the heart is tender—here’s our chance, Let’s daze this stupid with a song and dance.

(SASSY. _and_ MAIDS _arrange themselves before_ PROF.)

No. 3.

| _Sassy._— Oh if you were really in love, | And wooed in respectable fashion; | It would be most easy to move | Our hearts to reciprocal passion. | For though you are not an Apollo, | Your learning is something immense, | And with urging, I think we _would_ follow, | That dollar-and-seventy cents. | | _Chorus._ | | _All._— That dollar-and-seventy cents. | | _S. & Maids._— { Oh what a fool he is. } _Aside._ | _Prof._— { Oh what a dear she is. } | | _All._— That dollar-and-seventy cents. | | _S. & Maids._— { Oh what a fool he is. } _Aside._ | _Prof._— { Oh what a dear she is. } | | _All._— Oh where can you find | A person more kind, | And—a dollar-and-seventy cents. | | (_Repeat chorus for dance_, PROF. & SASSY. _in front_, MAIDS _behind._) | | _2d Verse._ | | _Sassy._— But if you are cruel and hard, | And don’t let us see what you’re making; | We wont believe in your regard, | And leave you with hearts that are breaking. | But if you permit us to tarry, | We’ll love you with passion intense, | And promise that you we will marry, | And—that dollar-and-seventy cents. | | _Chorus._ (_Same as first, repeated for dance._)

_Prof._— Oh! ducky darlings!

_Sassy._— Paracelsus, dear! (_Aside. Disgusted._) Good Heavens!

_Prof._— Sassy.—ducky—nestle here.

(_Opening arms._)

_Sassy._— No, Paracelsus, darling, not quite yet, (_Aside._) I have a purpose here, I shan’t forget.

(PROF. _makes forward movement._)

_Maids._— No dearest!—ugh!!

_Sassy._— Propriety, you know, Forbids familiarity.

_Prof._— Just so! But we are all alone—come ducky dee, ’Tum to its ’ittle Parasol—he, he. Pease ’tum!

_Sassy._— I tell you—No!!!—what have you here?

_Maids._— Yes, show us what you’re making.

_Prof._ (_very meekly_).— Yes, my dear.

(_All approach table._ PROF. _explains mixtures, one by one._)

_Prof._— This mixture is the sense of hearing.

_S. & Maids_, (_sharply_).— Well! What is it made of?

_Prof._— Ah! I must not tell.

_S. & Maids._—You must! Quick!!

_Prof._— Sugar almonds.

_S. & Maids._— That’s all right! What’s this one here?

_Prof._— That is the sense of sight.

_All._— How made?

_Prof._— Rose lozenges.

_All._— And why of those?

_Prof._— That he may see all things _couleur de rose_.

_All._— Go on!

_Prof._— This yellow one is sense of touch; It’s mixed and made of lemon drops and such.

_All._— Why, lemon drops?

_Prof._— To make him sure to drop Whatever he might steal when in this shop.

_All._— This!

_Prof._— Locomotion.

_All._— Made of?

_Prof._— Juju paste, That’s so that distance may be paced in haste.

_All._— And this?

_Prof._— The voice.

_All._— Well!!

_Prof._— Made of choc’late creams; They want a creamy voice—not howls and screams.

(SASSY. _points to voice mixture contemptuously._)

_Sassy._— And if you put that in, you think that thing Is all that’s necessary to make him sing.

_Prof._— That’s all!

_Sassy._— I don’t believe it!

_Prof._— Well then—try— I think you will believe it, by-and-by. But, wait, the other senses go in now.

(PROF. _takes all mixtures—except Heart mixture—and pours all into Dummy._)

Just stop a minute and you’ll hear a row.

(_Winds Dummy up with crank._)

There—he’s all right.

_Sassy._ (_aside to_ MAIDS).— He has left out the Heart. Ah!—now we have a chance to play our part.

(_Takes Cinnamon Heart out of pocket_—S. & MAIDS _all crowd up to table_—PROF. _turns and sees Cinnamon Heart._)

_Prof._— Hullo!—what’s this?—that Cinnamon Heart again. Quick—put it back at once—are you insane? If that got in the mixture of the heart ’Twould spoil it all and ruin every part. But we are saved—the mixtures all are in. What’s that? Be quiet! he’s about to sing.

(HERO _sings from behind Dummy._)

No. 4.

| _Eben._— What spirit is this that I feel? | This spirit of song, I feel, | Urging me to sing my song— | My song—in cadence soft and long, | As ’twere a bird, making these walls to ring; | Yea, like a bird I’ll sing, I’ll sing, I’ll sing. | I like a flute shall be, | Flowing with melody; | Ever and aye I’ll sing, I’ll sing, I’ll sing, I’ll sing, | I’ll sing, I’ll sing. | What spirit is this that I feel? | This spirit of song, I feel? | Urging me to sing my song, | In measure long. | | (_End up singing with a loud creak and snap._)

_Prof._— He’s stopped!

_Sassy._— Run down!

_Prof._— How’s that for grand success? The Princess ought to hear that voice!

_Sassy._— Oh! yes— Why don’t you go and get her?

_Prof._— That is so, We’ll bring her here at once. Come, let us go.

_Sassy._— Oh! _we’ll_ stay here.

_Prof._— Oh, no! you won’t.

_Sassy._— We will!! We all have headaches, and feel very ill. Now, Paracelsus, dear! be good and kind, You’re such a darling—let us stay behind. Go, sweetest!

_Maids_ (_beseechingly_).— _Please_ go. _Please_ go.

(SASSY. _and_ MAIDS _push_ PROF. _out by force_ L. _door._)

_Sassy._— The horrid thing!

(SUITORS _look through window at back_ C.)

_Suitors._— Hey! girls!

_Maids_ (_frightened_).— Good gracious me!

_Sassy._— Who’s that!

_1st Suitor._— _Avengers!_—is the coast all free?

_Sassy._— Yes!—come along.

(_Suitors all get in by window, turn and see Dummy._)

_1st Suitor._— Ah! that’s that wretched beau; Come, fellows, let us smash it up.

(SUITORS _all start forward._)

_Sassy._ (_stopping them_).— No! no! Here is the way!

(_Takes Cin. Heart from pocket._)

You see this Cinnamon Heart, It’s now _our_ turn to try a little art.

No. 5.

| (_Music._)

_To Cin. Heart._

The Princess fainted when she saw you first; King Nougat, from your presence, feared the worst; That bad Professor nearly died with fear And anguish least you might be mixed in here.

(_Takes down heart mixture from shelf._)

I’m only thirty cents’ worth—is it so! I’m Sassy. Ducky, am I—_in you go_!!

(_Throws Cin. Heart into mixture._)

_Maids._— We’re ducky darlings—are we? } _Suitors._— We’re cast off suitors—are we? } (_All go up in _Maids._— We’re thirty cents’ worth—are we? } turn and grind _Suitors._— We’re to be laughed at—are we? } Cin. Heart into _Maids._— We’re to be snubbed too—are we? } Mixture._) _Suitors._— We’re to be kicked out—are we? }

_All._— There!!! (_All grind again._)

_Sassy._— That, I think, will mix things up a mite; Hark!—some one’s coming!

_Maids._— Oh!

_Suitors._— Prepare for flight!