C.'s M. (gratified). Learn, Conrad, then, that, after many months
Of patient "lobbying" (you've heard the term?)
The measure by my foresight introduced
Has triumphed by a bare majority!
Con. My bosom thrills with dutiful delight—
Although I yet for information wait
As to the scope and purpose of the statute.
C.'s M. You show an interest so intelligent
That well deserves it should be satisfied,
Be seated, Conrad, at your Mother's knee,
And you shall hear the full particulars.
You know how zealously I advocate
The sacred cause of Nursery Reform?
How through my efforts every infant's toys
Are carefully inspected once a month——?
Con. (wearily). Nay, Mother, you forget—I have no toys.
C.'s M. Which brings you under the exemption clause.
But—to resume; how Nursery Songs and Tales
Must now be duly licensed by our Censor,
And any deviation from the text
Forbidden under heavy penalties?
All that you know. Well; with concern of late,
I have remarked among our infancy
The rapid increase of a baneful habit
On which I scarce can bring my tongue to dwell.
[The Stage darker; blind at back illuminated.
Oh, Conrad, there are children—think of it!—
So lost to every sense of decency
That, in mere wantonness or brainless sloth,
They obstinately suck forbidden thumbs!
[Conrad starts with irrepressible emotion.
Forgive me if I shock your innocence!
(Sadly.) Such things exist—but soon shall cease to be,
Thanks to the measure we have passed to-day!
Con. (with growing uneasiness). But how can statutes check such practices?