You're in luck, old Jimmy Bings—
Oh, hexcuse me, Mr. Algernon St. Clair!—
Just you turn an honest penny.
Now, let's see if there are any
Of these things worth my packing up with care.
[Takes the table-cloth off the table and begins filling it with ornaments, knickknacks, and valuables, looking at each article sharply. Suddenly he stops, both hands full, as if struck by a brilliant idea.]
Jimmy Bings! Why, that is grand,—
Here's a fortune right at hand!
For contriving little schemes you are the boss.
Scoop in all the things you can,