And, Lydia, when you ready for a lark are,
Just give a chyhike to your friend—Jack Parker!
[They shake hands warmly.
Finale.
Lydia.
I thought to slowly fade away so calm and beautiful.
(Though I didn't mean to go just yet);
But you get no chance for pathos when you're chivied by a bull!
(So I thought I wouldn't go just yet.)
For I did feel so upset, when I found that all you get