CAPT. G. (Turning pegs.) It's amazingly difficult to keep a banjo to proper pitch.
MRS. G. It's the same with all musical instruments. What shall it be?
CAPT. G. 'Vanity,' and let the hills hear. (Sings through the first and half of the second verse. Turning to MRS. G.) Now, chorus! Sing, Pussy!
BOTH TOGETHER. (Con brio, to the horror of the monkeys who are settling for the night.)—
'Vanity, all is Vanity,' said Wisdom, scorning me—
I clasped my true Love's tender hand and answered
frank and free—ee:—
'If this be Vanity who'd be wise?
If this be Vanity who'd be wise?
If this be Vanity who'd be wi—ise?
(Crescendo.) Vanity let it be!'
MRS. G. (Defiantly to the gray of the evening sky.) 'Vanity let it be!'
ECHO. (From the Fagoo spur.) Let it be!
FATIMA
And you may go into every room of the house and see everything that is there, but into the Blue Room you must not go.—The Story of Blue Beard.