ASTON.
(To TOPSY.) You will show them me, won’t you? I should so much like to see them.
TOPSY.
(Covered with confusion.) No, I really couldn’t. You’re a professional, you see.
HENRIKA.
(From behind the kadapoo tree.) No, you mustn’t show them to him. They’re really mine, you know, a great many of them.
BELLE.
Nonsense! (She stoops down and moves TOPSY’S foot in such a way that a very well-shaped, white-stockinged leg is visible some way up the calf. Then, to TOPSY.) Pull your skirt down, my dear. You’re quite indecent.
CAIN.
(Putting up his monocle.) Oh, nyum nyum, ma honey! Come wid me to Dixie Land. . . .