Bluegrass.
Trust me, I’ll be your musical secretary! With the Eagle and Ninon, I could soar through life like a bird.
Whetstone.
And I’ll soar with Violet. Why, hello! I’ve forgotten all about Susan. Where’ll I leave Susan?
Bluegrass.
Susan! Your housekeeper! Why, what takes you back to Cornville at such a sky-crisis as this? The great point in a flight of romance is never to approach earth. Susan! Why, Susan will tarry here below and superintend the cuisine, so that you and Violet may have a warm repast when you come down from your sky-parlor.
Whetstone.
I wonder what Susan will say when I bring home my bride.
Bluegrass.
As one good man should say to another, first bridle your bride.