White. "Shouting the battle-cry of freedom."
Gray.
"'Why, Mary loves the lamb, you know,'
The teacher did reply." (Snaps.)
White. "Shouting the battle-cry of freedom."
Fred. There, boys, I knew you could sing. Now come in, and I will tell Master Green how capitally you have done—that I couldn't do better myself.
[Exit.
White. Well, Johnny, we got out of that scrape pretty well.
Gray. Yes, Ned; but it's a poor way. I must pay a little more attention to my singing.