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Page 38 - ... where ever can she be? (Looks off on both sides.) She is a shocking disobedient child, Enough to drive a loving mother wild ; But stay ! where are the butter and the cake That to her grandmother she has to take ? Fetches basket from cottage, and shows cake and butter. Here is the cake, and here 's the butter, See ! The nicest cake and butter that could be.
Page 42 - 11 need my aid, for there is danger near. Your disobedience to your mother's will Has given bad fairies power to work you ill. RRH Thanks, beauteous fairy. But no harm I meant, And of my disobedience much repent. FAIRY. I know it, and will therefore prove your friend : You shall o'ercome your troubles in the end. Remember when your case my help demands, You 've naught to do save simply clap your hands. [Exit FAIRY.
Page 39 - s ill ; Give her my love, and these tidbits. RRH I will. Won't it be nice 1 Through wood and field I 'll walk, And have with Jack, perhaps, a little talk. Dear Jack ! At thought of him why quickly beat, heart ? Dear Jack ! he 's no Jack-pudding, but a sweet-tart ! Won't I catch butterflies and gather flowers ! MOTHER. Mind you don't dawdle and be gone for hours, But go straight there, and back again with speed, And do not loiter in lane, wood, or mead, Or else a great big wolf shall come to eat you...
Page 45 - Some carelessness — she's got her feet wet through With running in the rain or heavy dew, Perhaps without her bonnet, and of course, The little donkey is a little hoarse. Her words she used not croakingly to utter. — What do you want? WOLF: I've brought your cake and butter, But can't come in, the door my strength defies.
Page 45 - ve finished her ere she could angry be with me, I did n't give her time to disagree with me. Now for a night-gown (takes one) and a nightcap (takes one). Good ! (puts them on.) How do I look as Grandma Riding-Hood ? Gets into bed, and covers himself up. A knock is heard at the door. WOLF (imitating GRANNY'S voice). Who 's there 1 RRH Your little grandchild, Granny dear ; I have a cake and butter for you here.
Page 41 - Just you fix the day. (Embraces her.) RRH You 're very pressing, sir ! Well, let me see ; Next Wednesday a wedding's day shall be. JACK. An earlier date far better, dear, will do ; Say, why not Toosday as the day for two ? Another kiss...
Page 44 - ... scream and cry, and make a hubbuboo ; And there's a woodcutter I know, hard by, From whose quick hatchet quick-catch-it should I ! Here goes to bolt old Granny without flummery, A spring, — and then one swallow .shall be summery ! [Exit. SCENE III.
Page 47 - ll enjine. WOLF creeps behind them, and secures the axe. WOLF (leaping up). That en-gine won't assist you, tender pair; Snatches up RRH with one arm, brandishing axe. If that's your line, why I shall raise the fare. JACK. He 's got the axe — O, here 'sa nice quandary ! RRH (claps hands).
Page 44 - ll gobble you up, little dear. I did n't like to try and eat you here ; You might object to it, — some people do, — And scream and cry, and make a hubbuboo ; And there's a woodcutter I know, hard by, From whose quick hatchet quick-catch-it should I ! Here goes to bolt old Granny without flummery...