)

_Tommy (dancing, with his mouth full)._ These berries ain't so
bad--although they've far too much acidity.

_Jane (ditto)._ To me, their only drawback is a dash of insipidity.

_Tommy (rudely)._ But, all the same, you're wolfing 'em with
wonderful avidity!

_Jane (indignantly)._ No, that I'm not, so _there_ now!

_Tommy (calmly)._ But you _are_!

_Jane._ And so are _you_!

[_They retire up, dancing, and eat more berries--after which
they gaze thoughtfully at each other._

_Jane._ This fruit is most refreshing--but it's curious how it cloys
on you!

_Tommy (with anxiety)._ I wonder why all appetite for dinner it
destroys in you!

_Jane._ Oh, TOMMY, you are half afraid you've ate enough to poison
you?

_Tommy._ No, _that_ I'm not--so there now! &c., &c.

[_They dance as before._

_Tommy._ JANE, _is_ your palate parching up in horrible aridity?

_Jane._ It is, and in my throat's a lump of singular solidity.

_Tommy._ Then that is why you're dancing with such pokerlike rigidity.

[_Refrain as before: they dance with decreasing spirit, and
finally stop, and fan one another with their hats._

_Jane._ I'm better now that on my brow there is a little breeziness.

_Tommy._ My passing qualm is growing calm, and tightness turns to easiness.

_Jane._ You seem to me tormented by a tendency to queasiness?

[_Refrain; they attempt to continue the dance--but
suddenly sit down side by side._

_Jane (with a gasp)._ I don't know what it is--but,
oh, I _do_ feel so peculiar!

_Tommy (with a gulp)._ I've tumults taking place within that I may say
unruly are.

_Jane._ Why, TOMMY, you are turning green--you really and you _truly_ are!

_Tommy._ No, _that_ I'm not, so _there_ now!

_Jane._ But you _are_!

_Tommy._ And so are _you_!

[_Melancholy music; to which_ TOMMY _and_ JANE, _after a few convulsive
movements, gradually become inanimate. Enter old Farmer_ COPEER _from
gate, carrying a large bottle labelled "Cattle Medicine."_

_Farmer C._ It's time I gave the old bay mare
her drench. [_Stumbles over the children._
What's here? A lifeless lad!--and little wench!
Been eatin' berries--where did they get _them_ idees?
For cows, when took so, I've the reg'lar remedies.
I'll try 'em here--and if their state the worse is,
Why, they shall have them balls I give my 'erses!

[_Carries the bodies off just before the W. U. re-enters.