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 FeIix. (Flying about)

I answered ‘But each new-comer.

Is only supreme for an hour.

The fruit may fall with the summer

But Spring will renew the flower.’

Tramp. Butterflies! Nice birds them butterflies!

Chrysalis. The whole world is bursting into blossom. I am being born.

Tramp. (Raising his head—he is lying half asleep) How much?

Chrysalis. The Great Adventure begins.

Tramp. Right oh (Settles down again.) [Pause. Mr. Beetle. (Behind the scenes). What yer getting at?

Mrs. Beetle. (Behind the scenes) Me?

Mr. Beetle. Yes, you—you lump of rubbish.

Mrs. Beetle. Silly swine.

Mr. Beetle. Fathead.

Mrs. Beetle. Fathead yourself—mind where you’re going.