O Johnny, I hardly knew you!
"Where are the legs with which you run,
When you went to carry a gun.
Indeed your dancing days are done,
O Johnny, I hardly knew you!"
(Timothy and Mother come in from opposite
doors. Cats disappear—music still heard
faintly.)
Mother: (Looking at little bellows in her hand.)
Do you know That what it is, Timothy?
Timothy: Is it now a hand-bellows? It's long
since I seen the like of that.
Mother: It is, but what bellows?
Timothy: Not a bellows? I'd nearly say it to be one.