THE GIRL: It's the wagon from the railroad station, with my clothes from town. Good-bye. (She starts off, Right.)
THE FELLOW: But you're coming back again?
THE GIRL: Well—maybe—perhaps—If you're good. (She exits laughing.)
THE FELLOW: She's got me going. My head's in a muddle, and I feel like a sailor full of horn-pipes. And that reminds me of Tommy Higgins' latest song. It goes like this: (Here is introduced comic song. At finish THE GIRL comes running on from Right, dressed in a pretty summer dress, and carrying another pretty silk parasol. THE FELLOW takes his hat off and holding it high over his head, exclaims:) Here comes the rainbow after the shower!
THE GIRL: I must explain to you—I saw Genevieve—the cigarettes belong to her brother, Jack.
THE FELLOW: And I've just found out what belongs to me.
THE GIRL: What?
THE FELLOW: You! (He takes her parasol, opens it, and holds it in front of them for an instant so that their faces are hidden from audience. This is music cue for the Conversation Number which brings the sketch to a finish.)