Further Foolishness

Pshaw, I missed the others, but never mind; flick, flick, it’s beginning–What’s this? A bedroom, eh? Looks like a girl’s bedroom–pretty poor sort of place. I wish the picture would keep still a minute–in Robinson Crusoe it all stayed still and one could sit and look at it, the blue sea and the green palm trees and the black footprints in the yellow sand–but this blamed thing keeps rippling and flickering all the time–Ha! there’s the girl herself–come into her bedroom. My! I hope she doesn’t start to undress in it–that would be fearfully uncomfortable with all these people here. No, she’s not undressing–she’s gone and opened the cupboard.