She was in a great temper, talking very fast, disclaiming against the "new lodger." It appeared that this latter never paid his rent; that he was given to late hours.

Then she came down to the footlights and began to sing in a tremendous voice, hoarse and flat, almost like a man's.

The chorus, of a feeble originality, ran: "Oh, how happy I will be, When my darling's face I'll see; Oh, tell him for to meet me in the moonlight, Down where the golden lilies bloom." The orchestra played the tune of this chorus a second time, with certain variations, while the girl danced to it.

She sidled to one side of the stage and kicked, then sidled to the other and kicked again.

As she finished with the song, a man, evidently the lodger in question, came in.