"As I say, we lemons are picking quinces or we quinces are picking lemons, any way you want to take it, and after finishing the opening chorus we rush up stage, open center, and in comes the prima donna in a pony carta stone boat would suit her better, but that is neither here nor theresee pony cart, chance for number by pony ballet, with six trained doughnutsyou see that's where the title of the play is introduced.

She wheeled around, and there in the shadows of the dilapidated old warehouse someone was drooping over the handle of the junk-carta collarless man with baggy breeches and a nose that leaned toward the smudges and hollows of his cheek.

Una carta semejante a la que escribe Eduardo a Matilde.