Humpty. The King's not coming, you silly old things, it's his horses and men.
Mrs. D. You're a rude boy, and you're to go and wash your face at once.
Humpty. Well, I don't mind, just for once—it's nearly a week since I last did, and it's Monday—that's the day my face goes to the wash.
[Exit.
Mrs. D. Hadn't you best stop and see the procession with us, Mrs. Pringle? It would be a nice change for you instead of looking at your Billy all day——
Mrs. P. You're not very civil-spoken, Mrs. Dumpty, but I do like to see a procession when I can. But I'm hardly fit to be seen like this. I'd best slip home and put on my new shawl.
Mrs. D. Well, if you do that, I'll just pop on my Sunday bonnet—it won't take a minute.
[Mrs. P. exit L., Mrs. D. C. at back. Exeunt. Enter Humpty.
Humpty. Hurrah—they've both gone—I'll get on the wall. [Climbs up.] I can see beautifully now. I expect the procession will soon be coming——Yes, I can hear them. Oh, what fun!
[Enter Mrs. D.