below faro—zero. Heroine, as poor flower-girl, enters in an automobile;
bunch of violets in each hand, bunch of roses in another, while with the
other she holds herself—erect. She wears a beautiful sealskin coat, and
a sad smile, for her parents have only five million dollars apiece and
no coal, and she has to help support the family by selling violets and
daffodils at so much per daffi.
“Fresh violets! Fresh roasted violets!” she cries. Enter chorus and sing
song in answer to The Maiden’s Prayer.
Exit chorus, enter villain, an icy smile on his face. Can you blame it?
“I have come to ask you for your hand.”
“I have only two. I have none to spare—I need them both!” the maiden
cries.
“O, car-r-ses! car-r-ses! and once again car-r-ses! Can nothing thaw
you?” the villain thus speaks.
“You are a bum actor. I cannot give you a hand. I can only give you the
frozen face.”
“Filed—foiled! in act first, but watch my smoke in act two.” Curtain,
VERY quick curtain.