And so, through all my days
I shun life’s sunny ways.
Though cold it be
’Tis always pleasant in the shade
For one without a shadow made,
Like me!
[While all are applauding this song and condoling with the singer another boy enters, short, stocky, with masterful air.]
The Newcomer.
Talking of shadows, watch mine grow! Erelong
Over the map of Europe will it spread