QUEEN— (Starts)—The Alton! Ah! I, too, am not insensible to the charms of manly beauty. Look at that man! He is a fair specimen of the Alton employés—a perfect picture.
WILLIS— Yes, mum, I am generally admired, although I do not compare favorably with my fellow-employés. The standard of beauty is very high on this road. (Modestly retires.)
QUEEN— The road has taste—(To the Fairies.) Now here is a man belonging to the first road in the Union, whose physical beauty eclipses Apollo's. If I yielded to a natural impulse, I should at once be mashed by that man. But I mortify this inclination; I wrestle with it,—I subdue it, ha! ha! This is how I suppress my inclinations.
SONG.
O foolish fay, Think you, because his jacket gay My bosom thaws, I'd disobey Our fairy laws? Because I fly The road above, you think that I This man could love.
(Aside.)
Type of Chicago & Alton, This heart of mine Is truly thine. 'Tis it I lay the fault on.
(Exit Fairies, sorrowfully following Fairy Queen.)