(Comes down. G. King, and the others follow in stealthily; the G. King has a veil.)
We’re playing hide and seek. It’s charming play.
We play for kisses, and he always makes me pay.
I wonder where he’s gone!
(G. King throws veil over her, she shrieks.)
We’ll hide you, miss;
Can’t you afford to give a King a kiss?
(She struggles.)
Unless you get my golden key so shiny,
You may as well say ta, ta, to the briny.