Amy. To vindicate myself and my compeers in the—alas!—opposition. We have remained silent under the slur of malice—we have watched the arbitrary and—(I fear corrupt is an unparliamentary word)—ah—questionable rulings of the presiding officer. But, so saith the adage, “Even the worm will turn;” and why not woman? So when we hear the distinguished and courteous stranger, about to enter our sacred portals, maligned and sneered at—then—then do we turn upon the “allegators” and declare, that as soon as the shadow of his “gracious”—no—I mean “early” presence darkens these halls of misrule, then, with one accord, for better, for worse, we will cleave to him.
Feminine Omnes. We will.
Rose. Now, boys, you see what you have done! and, as you remarked a moment ago, “Don’t say we didn’t warn you.”
[Bell rings.
Mrs. W. There, young people,—that is the dressing bell. Now don’t loiter, for I shall frown on any one who is not in the drawing-room five minutes before seven. I declare this sitting adjourned.
[All rise. Mrs. W. crosses back and exits r. d. Rose comes down c. and whispers to Amy; they laugh, put their hands behind each other’s waists, and skip up r.
Rose and Amy (singing). “Johnny, get your gun, get your sword, get your pistol. Johnny, get your gun, get your gun, get your gun.”
[Exit r. d. Men all laugh heartily.
Helen (rapping on table in imitation of Mrs. W.). Order! Order!
George. Cash!