Clarissa. And how do I look, Nora?
Nora. Ye look like a Christmas angel, so you do. Your hair curled just lovely and your striped stockings will be the admiration and envy of the entire Sunday School.
Patsy. Oh, Nora Eudora, come on quick. Teddy Magee fell in the rain-barrel and it's drownded dead he is intirely. (Cries.)
Nora. In the rain-barrel? How did he get in the rain-barrel?
Patsy. Sure, I was washing him, I was. And he was that slippery with the soap that he slid through me fingers and down to the bottom of the barrel.
Nora. Oh, the poor little Teddy Magee. (Runs out R., followed by Patsy and Clarissa.)
Enter Mary Ann and Peter Pan from L.
Mary Ann. And how de yeez like me new sash, Peter Pan?
Peter Pan. Scwumptious.
Mary Ann. It's a tidy cover off'n a bureau, and I don't want to wear it at all, at all. Folks'll be after thinking I'm a bureau. Don't it look funny, Peter Pan?