Brand-new paint!
Mind the paint! Mind the paint!
(No matter whether Maple’s bills are settled or they ain’t!)
Once you smear it or you scratch it,
It’s impossible to match it;
So take care, please, of the paint—of the paint!
Rising and coming to the middle of the room, Lily repeats the refrain, dancing to it gracefully. Jimmie also rises and she, Roper, Von Rettenmayer, and de Castro join in the chorus and the dance, the three men very extravagantly. Farncombe looks on, enraptured, while Mrs. Upjohn beats time with her hands.
Lily.
Singing.
I’m possessed of all the graces,