Papsey’s in a good humor!
Salome.
[Pinching his chin.] He always is!
Sheba.
Papsey will listen to our little wants!
[They force him into a chair. Salome sits on the ground embracing his legs, Sheba lies on the top of the table.
The Dean.
Oh dear, oh dear! Your wants are very little ones. What are they, Salome? What are they, toy-child?
Salome.
Papa! Have you any spare cash?