_Jane_ (_with a gasp_). I don’t know what it is--but, oh, I _do_ feel so peculiar! _Tommy_ (_with a gulp_). I’ve tumults taking place within that I may say unruly are. _Jane._ Why, Tommy, you are turning green--you really and you _truly_ are! _Tommy._ No, _that_ I’m not, so _there_ now! _Jane._ But you _are_! _Tommy._ And so are _you_! [_Melancholy music; to which_ TOMMY _and_ _Jane_, _after a few convulsive movements, gradually become inanimate. Enter old_ Farmer COPEER _from gate, carrying a large bottle labelled “Cattle Medicine.”_ _Farmer C._ It’s time I gave the old bay mare her drench. [_Stumbles over the children._ What’s here? A lifeless lad!--and little wench! Been eating berries--where did they get _them_ idees? For cows, when took so, I’ve the reg’lar remedies. I’ll try ’em here--and if their state the worse is, Why, they shall have them balls I give my ’erses! [_Carries the bodies off just before the_ W. U. _re-enters_. _W. U._ The children--gone? yon bush of berries less full! Hooray, my little stratagem’s successful! [_Dances a triumphant pas seul. Re-enter Farmer C._ _Farmer C._ Been looking for your little niece and nephew? _The W. U._ Yes, searching for them everywhere-- _Farmer C._ (_ironically_). Oh, _hev’_ you? Then let me tell you, from all pain they’re free, Sir. _The W. U._ (_falling on his knees_). _I_ didn’t poison them--it wasn’t _me_, Sir! _Farmer C._ I thought as much--a constable I’ll run for. [_Exit._ _The W. U._ My wretched nerves again! _This_ time I’m done for! Well, though I’m trapped, and useless all disguise is, My case shall ne’er come on at the Assizes! [_Rushes desperately to tree and crams himself with the remaining berries, which produce an almost instantaneous effect. Re-enter_ TOM _and_ JANE _from gate, looking pale and limp. Terror of the_ Wicked Uncle _as he turns and recognises them_. _The W. U._ (_with tremulous politeness_). The shades of Jane and Tommy, I presume? [_Re-enter Farmer C._ _Jane and Tommy_ (_pointing to Farmer C._) His Cattle Mixtures snatched us from the tomb! _The W. U._ (_with a flicker of hope_). Why, then the self-same drugs will ease _my_ torments! _Farmer C._ (_chuckling_). Too late! they’ve drunk the lot, the little vormints! _The W. U._ (_bitterly_). So out of life I must inglorious wriggle, Pursued by Tommy’s grin, and Jenny’s giggle! [_Dies in great agony, while_ TOMMY, JANE, _and_ Farmer COPEER _look on with mixed emotions as the Curtain falls_. XI.--THE RIVAL DOLLS. “Miss Jenny and Polly had each a new dolly.”--_Vide Poem._ CHARACTERS. _Miss Jenny_ } By the Sisters LEAMAR. _Miss Polly_ }