The Captain’s not amiss; a handsome face!
And such a uniform! Oh, I love gold lace.
His pay’s so small—it’s not a bit of use.
But then the General’s such a dear—old goose.
He’s rather short and fat, and slightly lazy,
His conversation’s small; style, lackadaisy.
Still, who for general conversation cares?
Ah, stay, I hear him puffing up the stairs.
(Seats herself hurriedly in chair, L., at back, and pretends to be asleep. Rap heard at door, L., repeated twice. General Bounce puts his head carefully into room.)
G. B. What, not at home! (Comes down.)