The Sailor D. (opening his eyes suddenly). Excuse me, Miss, your sister's more my sort o' gal.
[Kisses his hand to Miss J., who shrinks back, shocked and alarmed.
Miss J. Oh, Polly, did you hear? I feel so shy!
The Sailor D. (with mild self-assertion). I can say "Pa" and "Ma"—and wink my eye.
[Does so at Miss P., who runs in terror to Miss J.'s side.
Miss J. Why, both are showing signs of animation.
Miss P. Who'd think we had such strong imagination!
The Soldier Doll (aside to the Sailor D.). I say, old fellow, we have caught their fancy—
In each of us they now a real man see!
Let's keep it up!
The Sailor D. (dubiously.) D'ye think as we can do it?
The Soldier D. You stick by me, and I will see you through it.
Sit up, and turn your toes out,—don't you loll;
Put on the Man, and drop the bloomin' Doll!