Bill. Well, you’re a daisy, jest ther same.
Hat. (laughing). Do you think so, Bill?
Bill. I don’t think so; I know it, bergosh!
Hat. None of that, Bill. I know you don’t mean a word of what you say. You are just like the rest of the men.
Bill (pulling up trousers and strutting about with chest thrown out). Rest of ther men, eh? Well, I always thought I was nothin’ but a boy yet. But if you say I’m a man, I must be, Daisy.
Hat. (handing him letter and piece of money). Here is a quarter for you. Take the letter and be sure and mail it. That’s a good boy.
Bill (starting toward L.). Boy, eh? A minute ago I was a man. Well, that’s jest like ther wimmen-folks. They say one thing an’ mean another.
(Laughs loudly and goes off L. Hat. goes off C.)
Enter Susan, R.
Susan. Now I suppose I must get dinner ready. The new boarder is most likely hungry, an’ I want her to be satisfied. Six dollars a week ain’t to be sneezed at these times.