Sinopsis

SCENE, the Park. Flower Girls, and several persons ing. First Girl. I Vow I ha'n't had a customer to-day. Summer is coming, and we shall be ruin'd. When flowers are plenty, nobody will buy 'em. 2d. Girl. Aye, wery true—people talks of summer; but for my part, give me Christmas. In a hard frost, or a deep snow, who's drest with∣out flowers and furs? Here's one of the Captains.