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The Worsted Man Yet while his words were cheering us, Flirtatiously was fleering us, Winking at us, blinking at us, on the Mormon plan. Yes actually fleering at us, peering at us, sneering at us, Pretty sort of treatment from this wicked worsted man. Pretty sort of treatment from this wicked worsted man. [They all rush madly at DOLL, who cowers before them, and each seizing hold of a worsted end they begin pulling him to pieces. WOOLLEY writhes as the worsted unravels, and the stage goes dark. A moment later the stage lighting up again discloses girls all weep ing in semicircle, except IM PATIENCE, who stands like an avenging goddess over a huge heap of worsted ravellings, mittens, shoes, and the face of WOOLLEY 83
