Page:The worsted man; a musical play for amateurs, by John Kendrick Bangs.djvu/23

 The Worsted Man Oh, fancy free, What boots a fancy flitting When all thy dreams Awake to empty knitting? ALL Ah, miserie! Marianna. Heigho! What a cruel fate indeed is ours! Wealth, beauty, talent everything to make us attrac tive, and immured here in this nunnery of the hills! Our watchword, Nit,&quot; with or without the K. Babette. As if we had committed some awful crime that shuts us out of men s society forever! Susanna. If we only had one man, it would be something. Marianna. We could have him one day a week apiece, at least. Priscilla. Isn t it surprising that our philanthropic millionaires do not take 7