Hearts to mend: A fantasy in one act

by H. A. Overstreet

You mean—

MAN (roguishly, bending to his task)

I mean there’s a good way to mend kettles and a bad way, sir; and when the kettles are singin’ and the fires are burnin’ under them—Oho—but there’s more hearts than kettles!

(Pierrot stands thinking.)

PIERROT (to himself)

I used to bring her things—a little red cloak I once brought her. Oh, she was happy! I remember that day. I made a song about it.

MAN (hammering away—sings)

Tins to mend,

And hearts to tend;

Hearts and tins