"Here lies the body of Martin Brown. He was blown in the air and he never came down."
"Willie Greene, sad regrets—aged 9—cigarettes."
(Enter MR. MAYNARD from house.)
MAYNARD: Won't you step inside the house, Mrs. Wilson—I mean
Alice—and have a glass of birthday punch with the other ladies?
MRS. WILSON: Delighted, I'm sure. (Exits into house.)
CHLORINDA: Won't I get punch, too?
MAYNARD: Yes, if you don't get back to your work, you'll get a punch in the jaw in about another minute.
MAYNARD: I hope some one comes along soon with a savage dog. I'd rather go to Charlie Doolittle's funeral than to a picnic. (Looks off toward house.) Ah, there is Mrs. Wilson. How beautiful she is. I think this is my golden chance to propose to her. (Exits into house.)
(Enter HARVEY at centre, pulling FELIX in by chain fastened around his neck. FELIX now wears a dog's head and body.)
HARVEY: (Aside to FELIX.) Now remember, all you have got to do is to act like a savage dog, and after I collect the money from Mr. Maynard, you'll get yours.