Cocotte. You won't refuse me this one little request. How much do you ask for the picture?
Artist. I hadn't thought of selling it—but because it is such a good likeness of you, ten francs. But you must promise that in return you will sit for me again—[With emphasis.] perhaps at my studio. To-morrow at noon?
Cocotte. Gladly! Very gladly! [The young man pays for the sketch.] Would you care to sit down and have something with us?
Artist. If your fiancé doesn't object?
Young Man [coldly]. Charmed! [The three sit.]
The Child. The chocolate is no good. I want some moo milk.
Townsman. In a minute, I'll take my moo stick and tan your moo hide.
American. [Enters leading a dog on a leash.] [From Left x Center.]
Beggar [sings].
The rich man his banquet hall
Has everything I long for,
The poor man gets the crumbs that fall,
That's what I sing this song for.
Kind sir, have pity while you can,
Remember the old beggar man,
The poor beggar man.