CHLORINDA: Ain't he jes' too sweet for anything?
CHARLIE: So you love your baby?
CHLORINDA: 'Deed I do, honey.
CHARLIE: Then lay your beautiful head on my manly breast and let me pour sweet words of love into your ear.
CHLORINDA: Go to it, kiddo. (Business of CHARLIE petting CHLORINDA.)
CHARLIE: And now, ain't you going to, give me a nice, sweet kiss, darling?
CHLORINDA: Help yourself to as many as you want.
(CHLORINDA lifts veil just enough to let CHARLIE touch her lips. He does not, however, notice that she is colored, and is busily engaged hugging and kissing her, as VIOLA enters from house; she is very much surprised.)
VIOLA: Charlie Doolittle, what does this mean? (CHLORINDA raises her veil, then laughs and runs into house.)
CHARLIE: (Discovering his error.) Why, my dear, it's all a mistake;
I thought—that is to say—er—