_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. [_Gives_ BLAN. _the wax doll_. She’s the best wax, and has three changes of clothing-- For those cheap wooden dolls I’ve quite a loathing. _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? [_Slow music._ _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! [_Rushes off stage with wooden doll._ _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! [_Picks up doll, and exit in passion._ _Grand Sensation Descriptive Soliloquy, by_ BLANCHIDINE, _to Melodramatic Music_.