_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, you are 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._ _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!