Lucy, the sold orphan : a drama from real life, in 12 acts

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Scene I

Mrs. LiLLAHRiDGEis seen in a sitting-room near a tabic, knitting. Enter Lucy.

Mrs. Lillahridge. [To Lucy.] Have you seen Dr. Pfeifer to-day, Lucy?

Lucy. Oh! no. Auntie. Please do not talk to me about that horrible man. [Sitting down.] He is such a rough, old and ugly looking German, I can't bear to look at him.

Mrs. Lillabridge. Oh, hush! hush. Lucy! [Very calm.] You do not know who you are referring to. I bog— you do not consider. He is such a rich and learned physician; and then, you know, it is so grand to marry into some rich foreign family, where you shall have wealth, honor and station in life. And you— little blue-eyed darling— with such a good and Christian spirit, will soon subdue all that seems rough within that German's heart.

Lucy. [Out of patience.] Oh, dear Auntie! although I am gentle, meek and loving, ai.d try to be a Christian, Christians you know, Auntie, never could tame lions, and that man is truly a lion. Dr. Pfeifer enters.' [Lucy acts frightened.]

Dr. P. Coot tay, latties; coot tay,latties. [Rubbing his hands.] Vat iss der matter mit your toor pell? I shake avay, und shake avay, und it makes notting for a noise Make dot somedings oud, I valks ride in. I hafe pen looking after my profession. [Mrs. Lilabridge

arises very unconcerned.

Mrs. Lill. [To the Dr.] Certainly not, Doctor; walk in. [The Doctor approaches Miss Lucy. Mrs. Lill. introduces Lucy.] Dr. Pfeifer, my neice, Miss Lucy Rhodes.

LUCY, THE SOLD ORPHAN.

[Act 1.

Lucy. [Bowing.] How do you do, Dr. PfeiferV

Dr. [Looking at the Aunt.] Vat iss it? Vat, vat did you say der name vass?

Aunt. Lucy Ehodes is the name.

The DocTOE. [To Lucy, veky pleased.] Oh, Lucy! Lucy, dot pe a pooty name. Shust tinek vance off dot vash Lucy Pfeifer. Vouldn't I feel so heppy? Hay! [The Aunt acts pleased. Lucy

tries to withdraw from the room.

Aunt. [Calling Lucy back.] Can't you stay and entertain Dr. Pfeifer?

Lucy. [Coming back.] How can I entertain him? He can't even speak the American language.

Aunt. Be still! Can't you show him your books and music?

Lucy. Certainly, Auntie, if it be your wish, I shall with pleasure. [Lucy hurriedly shows Doctor books from the table, and sits down.

The Doctor. [Not looking at the books, keeps them in his HANDS, merely SAYING:] Dose are pooty books.

[Lucy starts as if going to another room.

The Aunt. [To Lucy.] Be still! Can't you sit down, Lucy? The Doctor will tell you all about Europe.

Lucy. [Angrily.] He can't. The old Dutchman don't talk so that a living toul can understand what he is saying.

Aunt. [Very pleasing.] But, my own little dear, do as I bid you. You shall be rewarded by getting that beautiful blue silk dress.

Lucy. Oh, please, my dear Aunt, do not talk about him to me. He is so hideous. I don't care for silk dresses. I only wish to be good.

Aunt. [To Lucy.] I am sure yoij would not be good if you disobey your dead mama's desire to have you obey Auntie in all things.

Lucy. Oh, Auntie, did mama mean for uie to marry a man I dislike to please you?

Aunt. Oh, do be quiet. Be excused from my presence and go to your room.

Lucy. [To the Doctor.] Excuse me, sir. [Departs. -

Aunt. [Calling Lucy.] Wait a moment. I wish to tell you I shall talk with Dr. Pfeifer. [Indignantly.] I have business with him, and no one else. He is to show me credentials proving to me his immense wealth, which I do hope, in. all goodness, some day will be yours, [Lucy acts startled] that you may scatter it broadcast over the land, which seems to be your highest aim, to make others happy.

[The Doctor acts pleased.

Lucy. [Very emphatic] Indeed, I am sure I never can marry that man— not even to please you. [The Aunt, with her hand over Lucy's mouth, leads her from the room. The Doctor acts frightened.

The Aunt returns.

Doctor. Oh, Mattam Lillapritge! she vass siioh a pooty gurl, leedle Lucy. [Rising.] She's got sooch pooty shkin and red cheeks, shust like, you know, a leedle tolls. Tot pooty hair, mit sooch a pooty leedle mout, shust like, you know, dose leedle puUfrocks vat ^ing in der leedle bonds in dervinter dimes. fSoEROWFUx,.] Oh, my! it often mate me tream tot I voult like shust like her a vife.

Aunt. [To Doctok.J Sit down, please. [The Doctor sits down and drawing papers from his pocket, reads one of them silently.

Doctor. Oh, Mattam Liliapritge! Look here vonce, Mattam. [Mrs. Lillabeidge looks over his shoulder at the papers.] Look! See! [Opening the papers.] Here are dose papers dot make me heir to [pause] two hundert und fifty tousanttollars shust[PAUSE] vone week from to-day; no, yestertay. [Pause.] Yes, totisstertay. [Pointing to the papers.] You see all dose pick plack und red zeals, mit dose pick gounselmen's names shtant on tem dare? [Emphatic] You see dot iss der vay ve to peeshniss in mine country, hay. You see dot ish der vay der laws are. Und no humbug shtuff, like dose tings fixed up here in America. Shust tinck vonce! Defranchising efery poty vat hafe mit tem to do. It iss awful to tinck vat nations der iss. It seems pooty mooch some dimes dot I ket crasy ven I reat so much apout tem, mit der humbugs vat make notting oud.

Aunt. Verj' well, Doctor, you shall have the fair Lucy, if all this be true.

Doctor. [Very excited.] TrueV True? Dot pesli shust so true ash I shtant here mit dose papers, und mit my feet before your heat. Dot pesh shust so true as der Gospel.

Aunt. Very well. Call to-morrow at four, and you shall know your fate.

Doctor. Put off she vont marry me?

Aunt. Consent or not, she must obey me.

Doctor. [Angrily.] Vat? Vat you say? I don't got vone sent? Ven you hafe seen all dose papers in mine hant. Und shust so coot ash so mooch golt. Und for a man off my profession, hay?

Aunt. You did not understand me. I meant she must marry you.

Aunt. Certainly.

Doctor. [Putting on his hat.] Coot tay, Mattam Lillapritge. I gall to-morrow, on der dime you setted me, at four.

[Doctor departs. The Aunt meditates.

Aunt. I wonder what Lucy can be doing I will steal in her room and find out. [Slowly departing.] There is no knowing what children may be doing when they are once crossed in love. [Depart.

SCENE II.— Lucy in a bed-room packing her ("lothes. The Aunt enters

Aunt. Oh, Lucy! what is this for, I pray?

LUCY, THE SOLD ORPHAN.

[Act I.

Lucy. [Wiping the teaks ikom hee eyes.] Oh, Aunty! lam going to see my poor grandma once more.

Aunt. Oh, no, [Dkawing a lettee feom hee pocket] darling! Here is a letter from grandma stating you shall not come until after she writes again to me. •

Lucy. No, indeed, grandma does not mean to, nor want me to stay away. [Looking at the letter.] And besides, this is not grandma's writing.

Aunt. Where do you think I would get the letter, if it's not from grandma?

Lucy. I am sure I can't tell. I am positiA'e that that is not her writing, and I am very much troubled. I cannot stop here. I don't get any more letters from Deloss. I know something must be wrong. He has always been a prompt correspondent until of late. Did you not know that Deloss and I are to be married as soon as I am old enough?

Aunt. [With a sneee.] Oh, law! He is safe off to the war, and you will never hear or see him more.

Lucy. Gone to the war? [Sheinking back.] Oh, cruel Heaven!

[Lucy kneels as if in prayer.

Aunt. Oh! such a stupid child. You never seem to care for money, nor for a man who has it. It is just like you. I am disgusted with your girlish ideas. The Doctor does love you so much, too.

LxiCY. Oh! dear me. He is so repulsive and rough in his manner. I am sure he can have no conception of a pure and elevating love.

Aunt. [Departing.] Tut, tut, child! Wait until to-morrow, then you will perhaps see matters in a clearer light.

Lucy. [Peaying.] Oh, my Father in Heaven, if it be possible, let this bitter cup pass from my lips. 'But not as my will, but as Thy will in Heaven be done. [The Aunt departs.

SCENE III.— The Aunt is sewing in hee sitting eoom

An invisible bell strikes four. Lucy enters. LtTCY. Is it four o'clock yet. Auntie?

Aunt. Yes, the clock struck a moment ago.

Doctor enters, rubbing his hands.

Doctor. [Looking around.] Coot tay, latties. Pooty mooch four o'clock yet, latties?

Aunt. How ^o you do. Doctor? I am very glad to see you. Doctor. [To Lucy.] How to, Lucy?

Lucy. Good afternoon. Doctor.

Aunt. [To Doctor.] Have a chair, please. [The Doctor, with

excitement, places his hat in a chair and sits on it.

Lucy taking the hat places it on the table.

DocTOE. Oh! latties, I pesh so peesy all der tay, dot I know not

off I ket pooty much trew on time or not mit mine profession. You

know mine profession keeps me pooty peesy, hay?

Act I.] LUCY, THE SOLD ORPHAN.

Aunt. [To Lucy.] You see, the Doctor has come to see you. Oh, do answer whether you will be his lawful weeded wife or not. Of course, you will say yes. No, you cannot s.ay, and you are to be obedient to all of your friends. Please remember your dead mama's destre. You are to obey those who have you in their care.

Lucy. [Tkembling.] I must answer. No. I never can say yes to that man. I never can say yes. I don't like him. I have given my heart to Deloss, and my word I can never take back, though I die in the cause. [Aunt departs. Lucy sits down.

DOCTOB. [TKIES to put his ABM ABOUND LuCY'S NECK. LUCY

EESiSTS.] Oh, mine leedle Lucy. Shust dell. Dit your Aunt speak sometings apout me of you? Of you vill pe mine fife?

Lucy. [In a stabtled tone.] No, I can never be a wife to you. My heart and hand I have promised to another.

DocTOB. Coom, shust lofe me vone leedle bit. I lofe you.

Lucy. You? I do not love you, nor ever can.

DocTOB. [Motioning with his hands.] Vat lofe? Dot make nodding oud. Dot ish pooty mooch der same. Dot make no tifference. I lofe you. Y"ou lofe not me. I marry you. You marry me, for I peesh rich, und it make no tifference.

Lucy. Oh, no! It would indeed be very wrong to say Hove you, for you are so detestable. [Th(> Doctoe quickly sits beside a table.

DoCTOB. Tea table ish ready fen- me? Vot ish tot? Somedings pootjM'ood to eat? All righd. Pring him on, for I vash so hungry shust now dot I cood eat a raw toek. I hafe seen after mine profession.

Lucy. [Aside.] Tea table. What does he mean? [Departs.

Aunt meets Lucy at the door.

Aunt. What is the matter, Lucy?

Lucy. Oh, Auntie! just think. Dr. Pfeifer would like something good to eat. I tell you, that man is insane. I told him he was detestable, when he asked for a tea table and something good to eat.

Aunt. It is a good thing he did not understand you. You know it is the custom in Europe to serve callers with refreshments. Just go back and entertain him while I order a lunch. After you are married and have learned the language, how pleasant your life will be, to be sure.

[Aunt departs. Lucy again seats herself to entertain the Doctor.

Lucy. Auntie will be here in a few minutes.

DocTOB. Dot's all ride. [Enter Aunt and sits near the Doctor. A servant enters with some wine and cake.] Oh, mine gracious! Yat, vine, too? [The Doctor taking a doughnut, examines it closely.— To the Aunt.] My gracious! Mattam Lillapritge, [Showing her the doughnut.] vat you call dose leedle rount dings, all burnt prown py der sun? Are dey dose preat fruits vat ve reat apout, vat crow on drees?

LUCY, THE SOLD ORPHAN. [Act I.

Aunt. Why, Doctor, they are doughnuts.

DocTOE. Vat? Chaw-nuts? Tey look coot. [Doctok, putting

THE DOUGHNUT IN HIS MOUTH, ENDEAVORS TO GEACK IT AS HE WOULD

A NUT. It flies OUT IN CEUMBs.] Vel, vcl! I nefer see such fine chaw-nuts in mine life, in mine home. Dey crack ride avay so quick . [Eating a piece of cake dips it into the wine; then, tuening his

HEAD, APPEAES EIDICULOUS AT EACH MOUTHFUL.— To LuCY. VEEY

SUDDENLY.] You pe mine fife to-tay, Lucy?

Lucy. No, never! I never could be your wife.

DocTOE. Vat? Y'ou not kife me vone kees?

Lucy. [With disgust.] No, I have none tor you. Doctor. Yet I shall always do right, even if my Aunt compels me to marry you. But from that unhappy day forward, the word love shall never pass my lips. If it did it would be false. Y"ou can only have my hand.

DocTOE. [Nodding his head, acts pleased.] Vel, dot ish ride. Ve viii now be coupled together by law somedimes. T hafe a ride now to claim you ant your keeses.

Aunt. [To Lucy.] Now, give the Doctor your hand.

Lucy. [Giving the Doctor hee hand, speaks with indignation.] Am I a slave that I should be sold to the highest bidder, and my happiness bartered away forever? ■

Aunt. Why do you talk in that manner, when you are to have a kind husband, and one who possesses the means to gratify every desire of your heart?

Lucy. A husband? Indeed, I never shall have a husband until Deloss returns from the war, and then I am to be married.-

Doctor. Vat? I'^ou not marry me, ven dot is vat I coom for?

Lucy. If I am to be your wife, it will never be with my consent.

Aunt. [Impeeatively.] Hush! X.ucy. I have engaged our minister, and expect him here every moment.

Lucy. Indeed! Now I understand the purpose of all these preparations, this evening. I am to be forced to wed this man at once.

Aunt. Now, don't be foolish, Lucy. You are to be married to a wealthy gentleman, and that should give you joy.

Lucy. [Despaieingly.] Oh! Heavens! Is there no escape for

me? Must I now bid adieu to all my brigiit visions of happiness with

the only one I can ever love? Oh! misery! [Retreats in agitation.

• Aunt. [Going to a dooe.] Your uncle and the minister are here.

Enter Me. Lillabeidge with the Ministee. Lucy looks startled

when seeing the Ministee. The Ministee greets Miss Lucy

and Mrs. Lillabridge.

Minister. Am I too late?

Aunt. Just in time. [Mr. Lillabeidge sits down. Mrs. Lillabeidge introduces the Doctoe to the Ministee.

Lucy. It's a pity that I am no more allowed to answer for myself.

Ministee. [To Doctoe.] Do you take Miss Lucy to be your wedded wife?

LUCY, THE SOLD ORPHAN. [Act II.

Doctor. Yes, sir, und to-tay too. [All in one breath.] Mine profession isli a Toctor. I koun keep her foorst rate, too, mit mine profession.

Act II

Characters— 1. Mrs. Lucy Pfeifer. 3. The Dutch Baker.

2. Doctor Pfeifer. 4 The Dutch Baker's Wife.

SCENE I.— A SCENE IN a shabby Kitchen

Mrs. Lucy Pfeifer is sitting at a table waiting for the Doctor's appearance.

Lucy. I guess I'll call him. [Opening a Door.] Doctor, your tea is ready. Come in.

Doctor enters, and places his hat in a chair. With a growl he seats

himself at the table, resting his cane on his knees. Lucy pours

him some tea.

Lucy. [Giving him the tea.] Our tea is excellent this evening.

Taste of it. [The Doctor, tasting of the tea, makes a disagreeable

noise, pressing his lips together.

Doctor. [Shaking his head with anger.] Dot you call tea? Shlops I call dot, und nodding else. [Slams the cup down.] Vere iss your rum in it? Oh! you fool you. Y'ou nefer put any rum in tot tea. [Lucy acts frightened.

Lucy. [Very calm.] Why, Doctor, I never use such a thing. It makes people drunk. It surely must be a mistake. You cannot mean it.

Doctor. [Angrily.] You know nodding, j'oul You young shnips! You fool! You dry to dell me soraetings? [Lucy Pfeifer, with fright, moves back her chair. The Doctor, taking ud a

PIECE OF A BREAD, TURNS IT OVER, THEN LOOKS CLOSELY AT IT IN AN

ANGRY MANNER.— With A DEMONIACAL SNEER.] Vat? Pieat? Preat you call tot? [Sqeezing it in the form of a ball, he shows it to Lucy.] Dot shtuff you setted fore a shentlemans like me, und oft" mine profession? In der restaurant vere I ate mine tinner yesterday, I hat vat I call coot preat. It vas hart and paked so tot ven I ate it, it sounded like cracking nuts. Und dis stick in mine troat ven I eat him. Shame on yourself! [Throwing it at her.] I shlam it ride trough your prains. Dot iss notting put raw toes.

Enter the Dutch Baker and Wife.

Lucy. [Wiping her eyes.] Come in. [Doctor runs up to them

quickly with a piece of bread.

LUCY, THE SOLD OEPHAN.

[Act II.

Doctor. [Showing it to the Bakek.] Shust look here. Being you're der paker, I show you vat shtuff mine fife setted fore a shentlemans like me and off mine profession, to eat. You know I pe so peezy all tay mit mine profession, und ven I koom home she kifes me such shtuff. [Pointing to Lucy.] Dot ting don'd know nodding. [To the Bakee.] Did you efer see in our country such shtuff callt preat?

Bakek. [Looking at it.] Dot iss fery fine preat.

The Bakek's Wife. Tot iss awful nice preat; so nice und raised so light. Dot iss finer as my man ken pake. You know, Doctor, fresh preat shtick himself so togetter ven she is varm. Yust set her out. Let her cool off a leedle vile und you hafe fery fine preat.

[Lucy weeps.

Bakee. [Looking at Lucy, says to Doctoe.] You must not pesh such a pat mans to tot young fife off yours. She get scart off you. She tincks all Dutchmans like us pe pat mens.

Doctoe. I pesh a Sherman, not a Dutchman, sir. Und I pe Sherman py mine profession.

Bakee's Wife. [Stroking Lucys haie, says to Doctor.] See your poor vife. She pesh so vite. Vere are dose ret cheeks gone V [Shaking her head.] You not keep her long. She iss notting for you pick rough Dutchmans. [Doctoe acts angey.— Pointing with HEE FINGER.] You peesh Dutch, I peesh Dutch, und I ashame on you. You dieat dot voman so. [To Lucy.— Doctoe still angey.] I tinck its petter you go home und shtay mit your Aunt who put you here to dot cross man. [With a weeping voice.] Oh, Godt! Dit you ask me vat he got, I toll you pooty quick notting. He got not vone cent off money.

Doctor. Who toll you?

Bakee's Wife. [Pointing to Doctor.] You see dot flue watch chain, und dot fine shert, und dot plack coat, made fon dot flnesten shtufT? Dot all pelongs to mine man. He married me in tem, und now he marry you, Lucy, in tem. Efferj'^ pody knows he porrowed tem from der paker.

Doctor. Who toll you dot?

Baker's Wife. Who tell me tot? I tinck I ought to know who toll me tot. Vat I done know I'm sure you vont tell me.

The Baker. [Acting scared.] You moost not dell all you know. Some dimes you "Set in droubles. Dot ish always der vay ven I toll you somedings. You dell always pefore mine face or pehint mine pack. [Harshly.] You pe shust like all der Americans vomans. Dey always dell efery ting.

Baker's Wife. Yell, don't I dell der truth? Ho dit porrow tem from you.

Doctor. You pig liars. Vat for you tell dot to a man for off mine profession?

Act II.] LUCY, THE SOLD OKPHAN.

Baker's Wife. Veil, kan't Doctors porrow shust as mooch as oter mans?

Doctor. [Menacingly.] Shame on you! I help you. Coming fore a man off mine— off mine profession, mit dot. [Leading them TO the DOOR.l I help you to come in mine house again. It's petter off you mine your peezness und I see to mine profession. I don't need you to dell vat you know. [Puts them out and closes the door.

SCENE II.— Mrs. Pfeifer in a Private Koom with her Infant

Mrs. Pfeifer. [Sings.] Oh! land of rest, for thee I sigh.

When will the moments come?

When shall I lay my armor by, And dwell with thee at home?

Enter Baker's wife on tip-toe, with a bouquet of flowers.

Baker's Wife. [Whispers audibly.] Oh! mine graciss. Vere iss der Toctor? Iss he mit himself zu house?

Lucy. No, come in.

Baker's Wife. Oh! mine Godt. It iss awful zu tink apoud. I moost delis you dot ven der Toctor trowed mine man, der baker, oud fore der door, und oud off der house. You know mine man, der baker, he made himself so seek vile der Toctor shpeaked so base or mad off him, und now diss morning he lays in der bed, und I toughtl vould run in trough der back door diss morning to dell you somedings apoud dat poor, proud Toctor Pfeifer, because he vears der baker's clothes, mit pants, coats und vest, und shert, und hair vatch chain, mit golt shpeckles to go I'ound tem. But now I must dell you vat iss der matter iss mil mine man. You know I can't shplain English very coot, but I dell you ven he vas put out off der toor by der Toctor, und I dell you it shtirred him all ofer up, und his gall proke, und proke him all ofer, und his liver is pad. Oh! Godt, Mrs. Pfeifer, I feel so mit you sorry; for shust tink vonce off your nice home vere you lived und you left, und den you coom to shtay mit dot cross man.

Lucy. Oh, yes indeed, he is so cruel, and I try to please him, yet he has only unkind words in store for me. Perhaps by kindness, which I always show towards him, I may make him a better man. At least, I pray that such may be the result. Oh, would you believe it? he does not even love this little child. Just think; last night he came home intoxicated, and ventured to strike this dear little darling, which is only three months old.

Baker's Wife. Oh, Godt! Und you don't dell me dot. He shtrike dot little papy, und vat dit you do?

Lucy. Indeed, what could I do but walk with the sweet little pet in my arms for the rest of the night, and ask my Heavenly Father to forgive him and make him a better man? I do so much want him to love this little child and act as a father should.

LUCY, THE SOLD ORPHAN. [Act II.

Bakek's \V. Oh, grashus, Mrs. Pfeifer, mine mans ain't ugly off me, und off he vass, I shlamb der shticks off vood after him. I don'd pray to Godt for him, but den I feel for you awful sorry, und ven I knowed dot it maked der Toctor petter, I vould all der dime pray.

Lucy. Oh, dear woman. So much the more ought you to pray to God, thanking Him for giving you such a friend and companion. You don't know, or cannot comprehend, with what a rich gift you are blessed.

Bakek's W. I forgot mineself. I moost dell you for vat for I coom in shust now to shpeak mit you. I vants to dell you all apoud dot vatch chain dot your man vears. Dot wery chain made off hair, mit der golt shpeckles arrount it. I vants to dell you dot hair vas vonce pelonging to der heat off mine man's motter vat iss deat. Vone dime pefore she vent to go deat, you know, she took der shaire und cut off her hair, und den she left her hair mit der hair-maker, und he maked der chain, und dot vas shoost pefore mine man took der pick shiff on der pick vater to coom off America. Dot you undershtand she done shoost vile ven she vass lifing yet, und shoost a leedle bit; und my, she cried mit her eyes vet, und told der baker you keep dot alvays. [PiiEADiNGLY.] Oh, Lucy, Lucy! von't you please get dot hair chain from der Toctor und gife it to me?

Lucy. I would gladly if I only could, but I dare not intercede for you. I think, however, that if you talk kindly to him in German, which he knows I can't understand, he will return the chain.

Bakek's W. [Tapping Lucy's shoulder, shows her the bouquet.] Now I vill sing und dance for you like der beople in Hanover do dot iss near Holstein, ven dey go in der pick garten, und feel so goot like I do now, shust ven I know dot I get mine hair chain back, und you dells me sooch goot tings. [Sings.] Ein tag da ging ich in der Garten Schon und sahe dieses Blumchen

gezwungen.

Da ging ich zu dieses Feichlein hin, und sagte, ei wie Schon, Und dan sie biegte ihre Kopf, und schaute in das Gras hinein. Und als ich sahe Sie wahr ihm gefahr, da biegte ich ihre Kopf, Und dan ich dachte, du bist so hibsch, und brach ab ihre Kopf. Tri, rie, ra, Tri, rie, ra, Du bist so schon.

Tri, rie, ra. Trie, rie, ra, rie.

Note —The song is to be sung in the air of the German waltz, "Lauderbach," or in that of "Where, oh, where is my little dog gone?" When singing, " tri, rie, ra," and waltzing the German, which should be done in good chai'acter, she flies off one of her slippers across the stage, then picks it up and waves it over her head, deftly taking off the other one, and waltzing without the slippers in a lively mannei-.

Act II.] LUCY, THE SOLD ORPHAN.

Dis iss der vay to pe heppy. Dance und sing like you see der Dutch woman do like me. Urid ven dot pat Doctor off yours coom home, take a shtool und knock him oud off der door und house, mit der shtool over his head, und den he'll have reshpect for you. Dot iss der vay ve Sharman voman make it.

Lucy. Oh, no. That would indeed be wrong. I never could lay hands on him nor strike him with anything.

Bakek's W. Veil you see he shtiike you, und I pet ven he shtrike you von dime you shoost shtrike him pack six dimes, und I pet he not shtrike you any more so quick, und ven he shtrike you again und iss so pad, you coom und shtay py me und der baker. Ve like you. You pe so coot, und ve make it so coot py you. Enter Dutch Baker.

Dutch Baker. Vife, vife. you gife me von terrible shcare. You shtay from me so long avay.

Baker's W. I vent first in der garden.

Baker. You shtayed so long avay.

Baker's VV. I vass all right. I yoost danze und sing. I pe awful happy. [Pityingly.] Oh, see poor Lucy. She feels so pad, und I sing und dan zed for her. [Hurriedly.] Coom, now ve sing und danze a Dutchlander valtzer, vat ve sing in Sharmany, apoud der King, ven ve get free, und don'd vant any more King, but vant ein Bresident, like ve got in America.

Baker. [Coughs.] I not can sing any. Mine liver iss so pad since der Toctor put me oud off der house. [Coughs.

Baker's W. [Takes the baker by the hands.] It makes nodding oud. I sing und you shust shtep mit me. [Sings.] Boomps folidra,

Brauchen keine Konig mehr, Boomps foil dra.

Boomps foil dra, Brauchen keine Konig mehr,

Boomps foil dra.

In dieses Land, wier brauchen keine Konig mehr, Boomps foil dra, etc. [The air is waltz time. After concluding the song the baker's wife looks out of the door saying, hurriedly:

When she sings the word " Blumchen," in the first verse, she bows to Lucy and points out the white flower which she holds in the other hand. When she sings the words, "Hertz gezwungen," she presses the bouquet to her heart and pauses before reversing and singing the second verse. When singing the second verse, the word " Feichlein" refers to a violet in the bouquet, which she also points out to Lucy with a bow, and then proceeds with dancing and singing. At the end of the chorus she gives the bouquet to Lucy, which is graciously accepted.

LUCY, THE SOLD ORPHAN.

[Act II.

Der Toctor iss cooming zu home. I moost go to my house so dot he not see me. Dot pad Toctor. [Departs.

Enter Doctor Pfeifer.

DocTOE, [To LucY.J Vat are you doing here mit der baker? You young shnips! You make love to otter mens, undsing und dance mit dem ven I'm not to home?

Lucy. [Sighs.] Oh, dear, what next?

Baker. [Excited.] Be not so mad, Toctor. I never danzed vonce in all mine life. Ven I vas living I never danzed mit your vife. You tink sooch a vooman as she danze, ven she coon dell all apoud Heaven und der angels? Look at her. You tink she look like danzing?