[_At this point the speaker’s voice becomes inaudible owing to the passing of the brontosauri, which gradually move off L._] WOMAN [_becoming audible and apparently interrupting in the middle of an anecdote_] Though I tell Johnnie it’s his own fault. He shouldn’t have teased him. [_Enter R. a few thousand savages with flat weapons._] SECOND MAN. Boys will be boys. WOMAN. Which is no reason, I say, that they shouldn’t learn to behave themselves. FIRST MAN. Can’t begin too soon, in my opinion. [_Exeunt savages: enter the population of India._] WOMAN. He might have been killed if a man hadn’t come up and pulled the dog off him. A black man, he was, too. FIRST MAN. What? A nigger? WOMAN. Or a Turk, or something. I can’t never see the difference. [_With a shiver._] Ugh! I hate black men, somehow. The look of ’em gives me the shudders. SECOND MAN [_on a note of faint expostulation_] My dear! FIRST MAN. I’ve heard others say the same thing. WOMAN. A pretty penny, Johnnie’ll cost us, with the Doctor and all. [_Enter two armies engaged in a Civil War._] FIRST MAN [_shaking his head, wisely_] Ah! I daresay it will. SECOND MAN. _I_ don’t know what we’re coming to, what with wages and prices and Lord knows what all? FIRST MAN. No more do I. Why, only yesterday.... [_The rest of his sentence is drowned by the firing of a battery of heavy guns._] WOMAN. Oh! well, I suppose it’ll all come right in time. [_The Civil War moves off L. Signs of the approaching end of the world become manifest._] FIRST MAN. We’ll hope for the best, I’m sure. [_The Hosts of Heaven appear in the sky._] SECOND MAN [_reflectively_] On the whole, I should say that things looked a bit better than they did. [_The Sea gives up its Dead._] WOMAN. We shall take Johnnie to Ramsgate, as soon as his arm’s well. FIRST MAN. We always go to Scarborough. SECOND MAN. We have to consider the expense of the journey, especially now there’s no cheap trains. [_The universe bursts into flame. For a moment all is confusion; and then the Spirit of the First Man is heard speaking._] SPIRIT OF FIRST MAN. Well, I suppose I ought to be getting along. SPIRIT OF SECOND MAN. Glad to have met you, anyway. SPIRIT OF WOMAN. Funny our running up against you like this. As you said, the world’s a very small place. Remember me to the family. [_They go out._] _The nebula, still spinning slowly, passes of the stage L._ CURTAIN AD LIB. SIGNS & WONDERS SIGNS & WONDERS I dreamed this in the dullness of a February day in London.