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gether. Down with crinoline.
MRS. LEDYNSKA (with feigned anger): Get right into his clutches, Lidka.
LIDKA (excitedly taking in every movement of Jenik): Jenik's right down fervent to-day!
JENIK (pushing aside his plate, breathlessly): My . . . dear . . . good . . . people . . .
MRS. LEDYNSKA: There's something a little different about you to-day, Jenik. Your eyes are as bright as glow-worms. . .
JENIK: That's because it's June, and then—
LIDKA: And then. . .
JENIK (with a deep sigh): And then . . . then. (Dreamily.) Last night there was lightning about. . .
MRS. LEDYNSKA: How you are rambling on, to be sure! (She laughs.)
LIDKA (after a pause; with a soft and timid voice): Were any girls there too. . .?
JENIK (suddenly glancing at her; then dryly): Why, of course; lots of girls. Coriandoli, Corso (feels in his pocket, takes out a handful of confetti, and throws it at Lidka). It was jolly. . .
LIDKA: But, Jenik (brushing away the shreds of paper) did you throw that at the girls. . .?
JENIK: And the girls at us.
LIDKA (pondering).
MRS. LEDYNSKA: Come, come. . . what is the meaning of this?
