Judy (pops up): Well, Mr. Punch; what do you want? I’m dreadfully busy just now.
Punch: Oh! nothing, only want to know if you’d like a box of French candy, the delicious kind that melts in your mouth; but never mind, I can get it for you next Christmas (Punch turns his back and walks off).
Judy (running after Punch): Punchy-munchy, I wish I had it now; do, Punchy, give it to me.
Punch (turning): You must give me a kiss first (they hug each other and have a merry time dancing and singing to lively music).
Judy: Oh! Oh! I forgot the baby. I’ll go and get him (disappears).
Punch (calling after her): Well, hurry up, and don’t forget our dog Toby (calls). Toby! Old dog Toby—come and jump over my stick (bangs his stick about, striking everything, accidentally strikes his nose). Oh! Oh! Oh! my poor nose, my best Sunday nose, my beautiful long nose (calls). Judy! J-u-d-y, where’s the baby? (Enter Judy with baby).
Judy: Here, Punch; catch him (tosses baby to Punch, who catches him; dances about, then tosses the baby back to Judy, who fails to catch him).
Judy: Punch! Punch! Where’s the baby?
Punch: Gone down-stairs. I’ll fetch him up (disappears).
Judy: Just think! the little dear went down-stairs all alone!