_Tommy and Jane_ (_dutifully_). We’ll do whatever you beseech, and not attempt to touch them! [_Annoyance of_ W. U. _The W. U._ Temptation (so I’ve understood) A child, in order kept, shuns; And fruit in lanes is seldom good (With several exceptions). However freely you partake, It can’t--as you are young--kill, But should it cause a stomach-ache-- Well, don’t you blame your Uncle! _Tommy and Jane._ No, should it cause a stomach-ache, we will not blame our Uncle! _The W. U._ (_aside_). They’ll need no further personal assistance, But take the bait when I am at a distance. I could not, were I paid a thousand ducats, (_With sentiment_) Stand by, and see them kick their little buckets, Or look on while their sticks this pretty pair cut! [_Stealing off._ _Tommy._ What, Uncle, going? _The W. U._ (_with assumed jauntiness_). Just to get my hair cut! [_Goes._ _Tommy_ (_looking wistfully at the berries_). I say, they _do_ look nice, Jane, such a lot too! _Jane_ (_demurely_). Well, Tommy, Uncle never told us _not_ to. [_Slow music; they gradually approach the berries, which they pick and eat with increasing relish, culminating in a dance of delight._ _Duet_--TOMMY _and_ JANE (_with step-dance_). _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, aren’t you 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._