Second 'Arry. He's got to kill one o' them rabbits fust. Or pot a tin lion, Jim? You ain't afraid?
Jim. No; I'm goin' to git that owl. He's quiet any way.
[Fires. The owl falls prostrate.
Second 'Arry. Got 'im! Owl's orf! Jim, old man, you must stand drinks round after this!
[Exeunt 'Arries, to celebrate their victory in a befitting fashion, as Scene closes in.
At the French Exhibition.
Chorus of Arab Stall-Keepers. Come an look! Alaha-ba-li-boo! Eet is verri cold to-day! I-ah-rish Brandi! 'Ere Miss! you com' 'ere! No pay for lookin'. Alf a price! Verri pritti, verri nah-ice, verri cheap verri moch! [And so on.]
Chorus of British Saleswomen. Will you allow me to show you this little novelty, Sir? 'Ave you seen the noo perfume sprinkler? Do come and try this noo puzzle—no 'arm in lookin', Sir. Very nice little novelties 'ere, Sir! 'Eard the noo French Worltz, Sir? every article is very much reduced, &c., &c.
AT THE FOLIES-BERGÈRE.