R ° bb 1- (Catsmeat brays)

Oh dear, what's that? The jimjams come already ?

Robb Cb. It is the echoes of my brother's tones,

R. l. To me it sounded like a victim's groans,

I'm off, can't wait, good gracious, what a row !
Who says the Cavern is not haunted now?

(Exeunt L. R. & R. F.)

A. B. Brayvo ! old Ass, and now we'll scoop the till

My coster's barrow with the gold w'll fill,
You pull, I'll push, I'm now a millionaire,

Catsmeat. You brag too soon, of their revenge beware.
(Ally Quakes.)

(Step Dance & exeunt R. F.)

Scene 4.
(Cashim's house all latest improvements)

(Interior drawing room.)

(Cashim and Cashew in chairs)

Cashim. Dearest Cashew, would you send off and say,

I simply must have all my clothes to-day?
Here is an invite from the Viceroy, dear,
And I have naught, in which I can appear.
And as for you, that gown will hardly do
For such a function I don't think, do you ?



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Cashew.
Cashim.
Cashew.
Cashim.
Cashew.
Cashim.
Cashew.
Cashim.
Jemima.
Cashim.
Jemima.
Of course, my darling, a new frock I need,

Oh ! Do you, dearest ? A new frock indeed !
You know that now a bookie makes a loss
Whatever wins.
It always makes me cross
To hear you grudge each anna that I spend,
While on your hobbies you can waste no end.
You always buy whate'er's the latest craze,
An automobile and old Rontgen's rays,
An aeroplane, whatever that may be,
And now you say, you'll buy no frock for me.
