Enter TOM, JERRY, and LOGIC, with Umbrella.
Jerry. Ay, ay, ay, put down the rain napper, Doctor, the shower is over now. What’s the matter?
Mrs. T. I’m in the greatest distress imaginable.
Tom. Holloa, what’s the row?—a woman in distress! Where’s the man would refuse his assistance?
Kate. Who are you, sir?
Sue. Yes, who are you, sir?
Tom. What, show fight! I’m your man; (To Kate).
Jerry. And I’m your man, my little one. (To Sue).
Log. (To Mrs. T.) And I’m your man, ma’am.
Mrs. T. Watch! watch! (Rattles are heard).