Hel. Quite likely, mother.
Hat. (sitting down). Miss Helen, are there many good-looking young farmers around here?
Hel. There are plenty of young men in the neighborhood, Miss Renwick. But as to their good looks, I suppose you would be better able to judge than I. You reside in the city, and I presume you see so many handsome young men that you would not think much of those you will meet here in the country. As for myself, I don’t care a great deal for farmers.
Susan. Shame on you, Helen! You, a farmer’s daughter, talkin’ like that.
Hel. I can’t help it, mother; just because I was born on a farm don’t say that I should be a farmer’s wife.
Hat. Why, I think that would be delightful, provided the husband could give his wife all she wanted. Plenty of fine dresses, a horse and carriage, and a nice automobile. Farmers usually are very wealthy, I have heard.
Susan. Well, there ain’t many rich ones around here, Miss Renwick. About the only one anywhere around here who’s got plenty of money is Hick Homespun, an’ his father left it to him. Hick never earned it, though he does know pretty well how to keep it.
Hat. Hick Homespun! What a funny name, Mrs. Rodney.
Susan. Yes, it is a sorter old-fashioned name. But Hick is all right, just the same.
Hel. His given name is Hickory, but every one calls him Hick, for short.