All. Q-U-E-E! [The cover over the water-barrel is pushed up, and Quee's head appears. He is very wet, but washed as clean and pink as a new doll.]
Blick. Quee, she'll stay, but you'll have to sleep in the barrel.
Quee. Hip-hip-hurrah! [He disappears again into the barrel, and
the curtain falls
