Miss B. (horrified). What? Betty philandering with William Dickinson! The sly minx! She shall never marry any Dickinson, however “upright” he be.
Enter Mandy at L., much excited, carrying carpet-bag and bundles.
Mandy. Oh, missy, missy! De Britishers is comin’! I’se all ready to run!
Miss B. Hush, stupid! They will not come here.
[Exit Mandy, running from L. to R.
Judge (moving toward door at R.). Good-night, Lavinia. Is there never to be hope for me?
(He takes her hand.)
Miss B. (positively). Stephen Ingram, I have declared I will never marry, and I am not the sort to break my word. (Listens.) List! There are the drums. Let us go view the minutemen. [Exeunt.
Enter Mandy excitedly from L., with bundles. She runs to window and looks out. Then sees tea table with remains of the tea-drinking. She peers about to see if the coast is clear, then drinks tea left in the cups and teapot, eats cakes.
Mandy. Might as well eat dis ’fore de Britishers gets it.