Mary Broome: A Comedy, in Four Acts

by Allan Monkhouse

MARY. There’s my ring. [Showing it.]

MRS. BROOME. Anyone can get a ring. Have you got your marriage lines?

BROOME. Ay, let’s see the marriage lines.

MARY. I think you ought to take my word.

MRS. BROOME. Let’s see them.

MARY. I wouldn’t but that I told you that lie about Canada. It’s the first I’ve ever told you, mother.

MRS. BROOME. That’s what frightens me.

BROOME. Where are they?

MARY. They’re in my purse. [She goes to drawer and brings out the purse.] There’s nothing else in it.