Fred. All hail the champion of the Blue!
Dilly. Red, White, and Blue,—hurrah for the race of the Red, White, and Blue!
Mrs. L. The victor should be rewarded with an ensign. Suppose, Lucy, we go and make one while the young men are preparing for the race. (Exit, L.)
Lucy. That’s a capital idea! (Exit, L.)
Dilly. Oh, let me help!
Harry. What can you do, little girl?
Dilly. Little girl?—I want you to understand, Mr. Harry, that I’m a young lady. I can cut out the stars if I can’t do any thing else. (Exit, R.)
Bob. If I’m not much mistaken, you’ll cut out a great many stars when you grow older.
Harry. Good for you, Bob. Well, lads, when shall we start?
Fred. It’s just ten o’clock. Let’s start in half an hour: ’twill give the ladies a chance to make their flag.