[Falls on ground, while the Bull stands over her, in readiness to give the coup de grace; Lydia calls for help.
A Farm-hand (encouragingly). Nay, Miss, he seems moor sensible nor surly—
He knows as how good children perish early!
[The Bull nods in acknowledgment that he is at last understood, and slaps his chest with his forelegs.
Lydia. Bull, I'll turn naughty, if you'll but be lenient!
Goodness, I see, is sometimes inconvenient.
I promise you henceforth I'll try, at any rate,
To act like children who are unregenerate!
[The Bull, after turning this over, decides to accept a compromise.
Jack. And, Lydia, when you ready for a lark are,
Just give a chyhike to your friend—Jack Parker!
[They shake hands warmly.
Finale.