I have it, old fellow—I have it! There’s a shop—just a step away. I know something she wants there. I’m going to get it for her!
My purse it is lean;
My purse it is lank;
But who cares a flip
For the state of my bank!
(He dances delighted.)
Come—are you finished? I’ve got to hurry. She’s gone off into that room to clear up. She’ll be coming back any minute.
MAN (looking up smiling—handing him the kettle)
It’s mended. Better than it ever was!
(Pierrot takes the kettle—runs to the shelf and puts it away. To the Man—