Billy. (Sitting by her.) Ain’t youse awful. Go way dah, or I’ll hit youse wif a suspender.
Mrs. S. He would pass his arm around my waist.
Billy. (Passing arm around her waist.) What do yer say? I should blush if anybody should see me.
Mrs. S. And he would——
Billy. Would what?
Mrs. S. Kiss me.
[Billy kisses her. She springs up in surprise.
Enter Mr. S. R. 1 E.—Throws sandwiches at Billy.
Mr. S. Aha, villain! you have kissed my wife. Your blood be on your head!
Billy. No, my hat. I guess it is about time for me to dust.