GRACE. No more rag bags! (_takes rag bag from chair, and is about to
throw it, when red rags fall out_)
PAULINE. Hold on, Miss GRACE! Pirates is mostly dressed out of rag bags,
(_winds red rag around_ GRACE's _head, and a red rag as sash. All do
likewise_) Wait till I get the swords, (_exit_ PAULINE)
KATE, (_front, with clenched fists_) OO--I feel blood-thirsty!
SUSAN. And you look extremely blood-thirsty.
GRACE, OO--I feel ferocious!
SUSAN. And you look too ferocious for anything.
EDITH. OO--I feel wicked!
SUSAN. You are certainly a fear-compelling sight.
IDA. OO--I feel murderous!
SUSAN. You look like a most criminal character.
Mat. OO--I feel dangerous!
SUSAN. You look extremely dangerous.
PAULINE. (_entering with table knives, etc_.) OO--I feel like if I seen
a cake of soap I could kick it! (_she distributes knives_)
SUSAN. Reserve your wrath for the men. (_drawing them all to her_)
Hist! To-night--at dead of night--we will capture--a lumber schooner--at
Copp's lumber yard--
All. Aye! Aye! Mam!
SUSAN. To-night--at dead of night--meet me--at the corner of--Main and
Broadway!
All. Aye! Aye! Mam!