Page:The worsted man; a musical play for amateurs, by John Kendrick Bangs.djvu/94

The Worsted Man toms. (Pours out glass of water and drains it.) Ah! That is refreshing. (Stiffens up visibly.) That does put life in one. (Pours out another and drinks it off. Begins to dance violently.) Hi! Well, I should think it was power ful stuff, Sambo. Stop me, will you? (Tries to sit down, but immediately bounces up again and goes pirouetting about the room.) Stop me, I say. Bell-Boy. Pahdon me, suh, but I nebber monkies with a buzz-saw, suh. I told you not to drink mo n one glass, suh. Dis yere condition youse ll have to wuk off foh yo self, suh. [Retires. Doll. (Breathlessly.) H-how 1-lul-long wow-will it t-tut-take for this to wuh- wear off, Sus-sambo? Bell-Boy. (From rear.) Well, I should say yo might stop dancin in about ten days, suh. [Enter PRISCILLA and PRUDENCE, 72