(All form in line with Tommy at the head; Dupewell supports Tilly on his arm; next Openface and Pedestrians.)
Policeman.—Forward, march!
(March is played by Piano or Orchestra, while procession countermarches.)
Tommy (kicking in chair).—It’s all wrong! It’s all wrong! wrong! Balloons! balloons! it’s all wrong.
Openface.—Hold! (The procession halts.) My dear sir, (to Dupewell) the cry of balloons! balloons! from that young man in the chair reminds me that I had my wallet when you called my attention to the fugitive balloons that were growing smaller and smaller as they arose in the air!
Dupewell.—Well, sir!
Openface.—It is not well, sir, for you, sir, for I had my wallet then, and it was only after you left me that I missed it. Release the unhappy youth and let the iron talons of the law clutch this monstrous scoundrel who would fasten his crime upon a verdant youth.
(Tommy is released and Dupewell is placed in the chair.)
Tommy.—Luck’s openin’ an’ shuttin’ like an alligator’s jaw; where’ll it end?
Tilly.—You shall go home with us; we will try to educate you and give you profitable employment.