(Speaks excitedly, suiting action to words, and using hands as speaking trumpet,)
“Stand by to hoist the to’gallant sheet anchor!
Take a pull on the weather lee scuppers, my hearties!
Let the mizzen binnacle go with a run!”
Mona. (Clapping her hands with delight.)
I like to hear you talk. Go on! What fun!
Prince Doodle. (Disgusted at interruption.)
That’s all.
Mona. (Disappointed.) That’s not the end?
Prince Doodle. ’Twon’t take a minuit.