_Fanny_ (_drawling_). Delightful! When I was wondering, only a little while ago, If I should meet a creature that I know; Allow me--my new doll, the LADY MINNIE!

_Bl._ (_rapturously_). Oh, what a perfect love!

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_Fanny_. She ought to be--for a guinea! Here, you may nurse her for a little while. Be careful, for her frock's the latest style.

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She's the best wax, and has three changes of clothing-- For those cheap wooden dolls I've quite a loathing.

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_Bl._ (_hastily_). Oh, so have _I_--they're not to be endured!

_Re-enter_ BRUNETTE _with the wooden doll, which she tries to press upon_ BLANCHIDINE, _much to the latter's confusion_.

_Br._ I've brought poor TIMBURINA back, completely cured! Why, aren't you pleased? Your face is looking so cloudy!

_F._ (_haughtily_). Is she a friend of _yours_--this little dowdy?

_Bl._ (_after an internal struggle_). Oh, no, what an idea! Why, I don't even know her by name! Some vulgar child ...

[_Lets the wax doll fall unregarded on the gravel._

_Br._ (_indignantly_). Oh, what a horrid shame! I see _now_ why you sent us to the Serpentine!

_Bl._ (_heartlessly_). There's no occasion to flare up like turpentine.

_Br._ (_ungrammatically_). I'm _not_! Disown your doll, and thrust me, too, aside, The one thing left for both of us is--suicide! Yes, TIMBURINA, us no more she cherishes-- _(Bitterly.)_ Well, the Round Pond a handy place to perish is!

_Bl._ (_making a feeble attempt to follow_). Come back, BRUNETTE; don't leave me thus, in charity!

_F._ (_with contempt_). Well, I'll be off--since you seem to prefer vulgarity.

_Bl._ No, stay--but--ah, she said--what if she _meant_ it?

_F._ Not she! And, if she did, _we_ can't prevent it.

_Bl._ (_relieved_). That's true--we'll play, and think no more about her.

_F._ (_sarcastically_). We may _just_ manage to get on without her! So come--(_perceives doll lying face upwards on path_)--you odious girl, what have you done? Left LADY MINNIE lying in the blazing sun! 'Twas done on purpose--oh, you _thing_ perfidious! [_Stamps._ You _knew_ she'd melt, and get completely hideous! Don't answer _me_, Miss--I wish we'd never met. You're only fit for persons like BRUNETTE!

_Grand Sensation Descriptive Soliloquy, by_ BLANCHIDINE, _to Melodramatic Music._