Miss P. (watching them bitterly). To be deserted by one's doll does sting you!
[The Sailor D. approaches.
The Sailor D. (to Miss P.) Let me console you, Miss, a Sailor Doll
As swears his 'art was ever true to Poll!
(N.B.—Good opportunity for Song here.)
Miss P. (indignantly to Miss J.) Your Sailor's teasing me to be his idol! Do make him stop—spitefully—When you've quite done with my doll!
Miss J. (scornfully). If you suppose I want your wretched warrior, I'm sorry for you!
Miss P. I for you am sorrier.
Miss J. (weeping, R.). Polly preferred to me—what ignominy!
Miss P. (weeping, L.). My horrid Sailor jilting me for Jenny!
[The two Dolls face one another, c.