_Mrs. Toov._ (_to herself_). It's to those young women's credit that they have the courage to come here and denounce the men to their faces--like this. And it's gone _home_ to them, too! they're shouting out "Over!" (_Here the Sisters suddenly turn a couple of "cart-wheels" with surprising unanimity, amidst roars of applause._) Oh, the shameless minxes! I will _not_ sit and look on at such scandalous exhibitions. (_She moves to the corner nearest the stage, and turns her back upon the proceedings._) How much longer will Pa compel me to assist at such scenes, I wonder? _Why_ doesn't he come? Where is he now? (_Bitterly._) No doubt on what those vulgar wretches would call the "Tiddle-y-hi!" (_The_ Brothers BIMBO, _Eccentric Clowns, appear on the stage_.) I can't sit here in a corner looking at nothing. If I do see anything improper, THEOPHILUS shall answer for it. (_She changes her place again._) Acrobats--well, they're inoffensive at least. Oh, I do believe one of the nasty things is climbing up to the balcony; he's going to walk along here! _First Brother Bimbo_ (_on stage, to his confrère, who is balancing himself on the broad ledge of the box tier_). Ohè--'old up, there. Prenny garde! Ah, il tombera! There, I _told_ yer so! (_The_ Second Brother B. _has reached the front of_ Mrs. TOOVEY'S _box, where he pretends to stumble_.) Oh, le pover garçong, look at 'im _now_! Come back, do! Ask the lady to ketch 'old of your trousers be'ind! _Mrs. Toov._ (_to the_ Second Brother, _firmly_). Don't expect me to do anything of the sort. Go back, as your brother asks you to, you silly fellow. You shouldn't attempt such a foolhardy thing at all! _Second Br. B._ (_to the_ First). Oh, my! There's _such_ a nice young lady in here; she's asking me to come in and set along with her! _May_ I? [_He lets himself drop astride the ledge, and wags his head at_ Mrs. TOOVEY, _to her intense horror_. _Mrs. Toov._ (_in an audible undertone_). If you don't take away that leg at once, I'll pinch it! _Second Br. B._ Eh? Not _now_; my brother says I mustn't. "Come round afterwards?" Well, well, we'll see! (_He springs up on the ledge again, and kisses his hand to her._) Goo'bye, ducky! 'Ave no fears for _me_. Whoo-up! [Illustration: "Goo'bye, ducky! Ave no fears for _me_!"] [_He continues his tour of the balcony, amidst roars of laughter._