Jimmy: You’re in my place.

Tom: Well, can’t you sit in mine?

Jimmy (Wistfully): I wants to sit by my Ma Rachel.

Tom: Well, so do I.

Rachel: Tom, stop teasing Jimmy. Honey, don’t you let him bother you; ask him please prettily.

Jimmy: Please prettily, Uncle Tom.

Tom: Oh! well then. (Gets up and takes his own place. They sit as they did in Act I. only Jimmy sits between Tom, at the end, and Rachel).

Jimmy (Loudly): Oh, goody! goody! goody! We’ve got sau-sa-ges.

Mrs. Loving: Sh!

Jimmy (Silenced for a few moments; Rachel ties a big napkin around his neck, and prepares his breakfast. He breaks forth again suddenly and excitedly): Uncle Tom!