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 Marianna. Where did you get this fascinating cavalier, Impatience?

Impatience. Made him—knitted him myself, while you girls were moping.

Priscilla. And why? I, for one, do not care for dolls.

Impatience. Wait until we have cast a spell upon him. (Draws up an armchair to centre of stage.) Will your majesty please be seated? (Places doll in arm-chair, face to audience, hands out-stretched on arm of chair.) Now, Mr. Front, a glass of fresh spring-water, please.

Bell-Boy. Yassum. Hot or cold? Wet or dry? With or without?

Impatience. Without—delay, Mr. Front—fresh from the spring—therefore cold—in fact, the kind that gives life.

Bell-Boy. Yassum. (Aside.) It's rotten water. When I drink it, it makes me want to woyk. (Exit. Music of