Let us be gay,
Let us be gay;
Throw away sorrow; why should we borrow
Tears from to-morrow
To darken to-day?”
(To be found in the “Excelsior Song-Book.”)
Lucy. Yes, yes! That’s it! But now it changes. I see her again: she appears feeble and weak, and complains. Oh, how she complains! (Imitates.)—“Oh, dear! Oh, dear! I’m so weak—I’m so weak! My camphor, aunt Midget! Fan me, my child!”
Mrs. L. Oh, dear! that’s me.
Lucy. (Gesticulating, as though shaking somebody.) What is this that now urges me to seize this woman and shake her?
Aunt M. Angelina, that gal’s going to fight somebody. Don’t yer come a-near me.