(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,