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Hash.- Yes, our olfactory nerves told us that long ago. BreaeJ..-Keep quiet, yon boys! What do you want, Beans? Beans.-Give me a penny, please, I want to give it to Pie. You know he is so very poor. . Bread.-Well, Beans, as it's you, I'll give you a few crumbs for Pie. Poor fellow, he needs something to fatten him. Meat.-I'll st(e)ake my last (s)cent, fellows, that Molasses is "stuck" on Biscuit. Look at them spooning. Breacl.-Great clay, there goes my reputation. (Ding-a-ling! Ding-a-lillg!) Dough.- There's the breakfast bell. I guess I'll be (k) nee (a) clecl. Breacl.-Eh! Yon think you're funny, don't cher? EXEUNT . . 131