This is the hour for feeding the animals.
TOBIE.
Oh! let me kiss that soft, white hand, let me caress that shapely arm.
THE SHOWMAN.
This is the hour when the male camel plays all sorts of tricks on his mate.
MADAME PLAYS.
That clown sets my nerves on edge. What an idea to bring me here! Albert isn't very considerate in his choice of a rendezvous. Oh! Monsieur Pigeonnier, stop that; I won't allow you to touch my knees in that way.
THE SHOWMAN.
Buy your tickets!
TOBIE. (trying to put his arm round Madame Plays's waist).