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.