March. Well, well, where shall we run?
Kitty. I saw Miss Kate walking on the rocks—
All. Well, well!
Kitty. When suddenly she slipped—
All. Well, well—
Kitty. And fell into the sea.
| Ray. | My daughter. | } (together.) |
| Mrs. Gale. | Goodness! Gracious! | |
| John Gale. | Overboard! | |
| March. | Man overboard! |
All rush for door, C. Enter Sept., C., with Kate in his arms.
Sept. Very wet, but safe and sound.