(N.B.—Good opportunity for Song here.)
Miss P. (indignantly to Miss J.) Your Sailor's teasing me to be his idol!
Do make him stop—(spitefully)—When you've quite done with my doll!
Miss J. (scornfully.) If you suppose I want your wretched warrior,
I'm sorry for you!
Miss P. I for you am sorrier.
Miss J. (weeping, r.). Polly preferred to me—what ignominy!
Miss P. (weeping, l.). My horrid Soldier jilting me for Jenny!
[The two Dolls face one another, c.
Sailor D. (to Soldier D.). You've made her sluice her sky-lights now, you swab!
Soldier D. (to Sailor D.). As you have broke her heart, I'll break your nob! [Hits him.
Sailor D. (in a pale fury). This insult must be blotted out in bran!