Felix. Wait, wait!
Tramp. Fool!
Felix. Who’s that? Somebody, anyway. I’ll read you the end.
I answered ‘But each new-comer Is only supreme for an hour....’
Tramp. (Striking at him with his cap) Shoo!
Felix. (Flying about) I answered ‘But each new-comer Is only supreme for an hour. The fruit may fall with the summer But Spring will renew the flower.’
All the Butterflies enter fluttering.
Tramp. Butterflies! Nice birds them butterflies!
CURTAIN.