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THE BATTALION.
Both—Agreed!
Grace—I smell sausag'e—oh, it makes me so hungry!
Sister, look! That’s anchovy paste there on the side
board. Can’t I put some on a slice of bread before we go?
There’s half a loaf there.
Miss Euphemia—Why Grace, of course not! How
can you think of such a thing?
Grace—I win, have this piece of celery!
Waiter—To be sho, little miss! Dat soht o’ grass
coss dough!
Mr. Preston—Well, waiter, have breakfast ready for
us by the time we are back!
Waiter—I sholy will, sah.
[Exeunt all the party, Grace biting vigorous into
the celery.]
SCENE II.
[Enter Mr. Doerflinger, Miss Rosie Rosengarten, Mr.
and Mrs. Rosengarten, and Fritz Rosengarten, a lad
of 17. Fritz comes in, hands in pockets, chin in the air,
singing with a strong German accent, Forever and For
ever, words by Violet Fane, music by F. Paolo Fosti.]
“I dink of all don art to me,
I tream of wot don canst not be,
Mine life is cursdt mit toughts of dee,
For effer and for effer!”
Miss Rosie—Oh, do, Fritz, be quiet! You will shust
make de people tink ve are all crazy!
Mr. Rosengarten- -Yah! Rosie, she is in de right!
Fritz, he too sholly all de time. But, ach! Himmel!