Have outs and ins!
PIERROT (continuing—to himself)
It was one of my very best songs. And she was so happy! (Suddenly) Why—I’ve forgotten all about her lately! Even her birthday! She had to remind me of it! Poor Pierrette!
MAN (sings)
Outs and ins;
Outs and ins;
That’s where the trouble
Of life begins!
(Pierrot looks up. His eyes suddenly grow bright with an idea.)
PIERROT (rising to his toes—running to the Tins-to-Mend Man)