Gray. (Aside.) I should think not.
White. Come, Mr. Singing-master, you try a stanza.
Fred. What, sir! do you want to shirk your task? Sing away.
Gray. (Sings.)
"And so the teacher turned him out;
Yet still he lingered near." (Snaps.)
White. "Shouting the battle-cry of freedom."
Gray.
"And waited patiently about,
Till Mary did appear." (Snaps.)