Long Branch, for one thousand and two nights._[2]

ACT I.

_Scene.--Bed-room in attic of seventh-class boarding-house. Furniture, a
bed, two chairs, and a table. The table is ornamented with a cup of
coffee, a loaf of bread, and a plate of hash; knife, et cetera. (Enter
from the adjoining hall,_ MR. JENKINS CRUSOE, _dressed in a tattered
morning wrapper_.)

JENKINS. (_Loq_.) Phew! I can't stand this hot weather. I must go into
the country. But where shall I go?[3] (_Sings_:)

If I'm any judge of the weather,
The days are refreshingly hot,
Though one place's as good as another,
I think I'll get out of this spot;
But where shall I go?
Where shall I go?
Where shall I go
For the summer?

(_Looks at table_.) Ha, ha! Ho, ho! My breakfast will be cold.
(_Reflectively_.) I guess I'll eat. (_Sits down and hurts the hash.)

(Enter washerwoman, shoemaker, servant-girl, and hatter. They dance
around the table, like English blondes.) (All sing:)_

Poor old JENKINS CRUSOE,
Why did you go for to do so?