and presses her body to it. Mechanically, she sweeps together
the scattered fragments of notes, assembling them with the dust
into a little pile, as of fallen leaves, and dabbling in it with
her fingers, while the tears run down her cheeks.

GIRL. Defeat! Der Vaterland! Defeat!. . . . One shillin'!

[Then suddenly, in the moonlight, she sits up, and begins to
sing with all her might "Die Wacht am Rhein." And outside men
pass, singing: "Rule, Britannia!"]


CURTAIN







THE SUN

A SCENE




CHARACTERS

THE GIRL.