Act I
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Contrary Mary's Garden.
How shall we finish the afternoon?
You're never too young to marry for money...
Floretta, the Fawn of the Forest
The Pipers comfort careless BoPeep
Where has the bloom gone?
Barnaby's little charges.
Chilly, isn't it?
Somebody's darling.
Barnaby's about to see ghosts.
Mary runs away.
If a woman had an English pug...
Put down six and carry two...
Shape up, boys!
Forest spiders.