Hiram
Shaking hands in a friendly way.
I’m glad to know any one whose friends to John and Mary. I knowed they would soon get acquainted when they came here, for they’re so neighborly.
Enter Mr. Benson with house slippers on.
Mr. Benson
By jinks, if it ain’t Hiram.
Exit Mrs. Benson.
Hiram
Crossing to Benson.
Golly, John, you look like a house plant. I see right now that you’ll have to get more sunshine, or this here city life will get the best of you. How do you like the city life, anyway? Gee! but such a room!