Mrs. Beetle. Husband—husband, come back—wait a bit—I’ve found one—such a nice hole—Husband! He’s gone! If I could only look into it—No, I mustn’t leave yer. But only a peep—Here, stay here good and quiet, darling. Hubby’ll be back soon—in half a jiff, half a jiff—So long, keep good—half a ji—
Enters the lair of the Ichneumon Fly.
Chrysalis. Oh, to be born—to be born—into the great new world.
Enter a Strange Beetle.
Strange Beetle. They’ve gone—now’s my chance. (Rolls pile away.)
Tramp. ’Ere, mind where yer going to.
Strange Beetle. Mind yer feet.
Tramp. What’s that yer rolling?
Strange Beetle. Ha, ha! That’s my capital—my little pile, my all.
Tramp. Bit niffy, ain’t it?