powder is not rubbed off. And it must be protected against dust and draught. A little cyanide of potassium.
Tramp. And what ’s it all for?
Lepidopterist. Love of nature—if you loved nature as much as I did, my man—Careful—didn’t I tell you—they’re off again. Never mind, I’ll get you, see if I don’t.[Exit.
Tramp. ’E’s clever, that there bloke. And as for me,
P’raps I am screwed; but if I am, ’oo cares?
That ain't the only reason why I see
Everythink double, everythink in pairs.
Them little birds up there . . . I see yer plain!
Tweet-weety-weet . . . Lord! ’ow they bill and coo,
As yer might say. Them butterflies again,
What sport they ’ave—’ow prettily they woo!
Love ’s what they want. Some day they’ll get it, p’raps:
Everythink does—or mostways everythink . . .
(S’pose you’d a girl who loved all kinds of chaps—
Wouldn’t you damn yerself, and take to drink?)
Well, ’ere ’s the world, and though I’m down and out,
It ’s worth while learnin’ what it ’s all about.
