of state, and followed Dick Four on a heavy nickel-plated banjo.
'Yes, but I'm dead all this time. Bung in the middle of the stage, too,' said Abanazar.
'Oh, that's Beetle's biznai,' said Dick Four. 'Vamp it up. Beetle. Don't keep us waiting all night. You've got to get Pussy out of the light somehow, and bring us all in dancin' at the end.'
'All right. You two play it again,' said Beetle, who, in a gray skirt and a wig of chestnut sausage-curls, set slantwise above a pair of spectacles mended with an old boot-lace, represented the Widow Twankey. He waved one leg in time to the hammered refrain, and the banjos grew louder.
'Um! Ah! Er—"Aladdin now has won his wife,"' he sang, and Dick Four repeated it.
'"Your Emperor is appeased."' Tertius flung out his chest as he delivered his line.
'Now jump up, Pussy! Say, "I think I'd better come to life!" Then we all take hands and come forward: "We hope you've all been pleased." Twiggez-vous?'
'Nous twiggons. Good enough. What's the chorus for the final ballet? It's four kicks and a turn,' said Dick Four.
'Oh! Er!
John Short will ring the curtain down,
And ring the prompter's bell;
We hope you know before you go,
That we all wish you well.'
'Rippin'! Rippin'! Now for the Widow's scene with the Princess. Hurry up, Turkey.'
