(Means the boat that is to be painted.)
Percy. Yes, sir, I have seen her.
Hiram (thinking Percy is surely the painter sent over by Jim Styles to paint the boat). Well, what do you think of her? Are you going to start in to-day? It seems a little late. But maybe you’ve just brought over your paint, so you can start in the first thing in the morning.
Percy (looking at what he has in his hands, and very much confused). Why, I—er——
Hiram. That’s all right. To-morrer mornin’ will do. I guess she can wait till that time. But say, young feller, you must go easy when you tip her over, ’cause her stays might break. They’re pretty old, and I don’t want to put no more expense on her than I kin help.
Percy (aside). Heavens! What is the man driving at? He must be crazy! To speak of his own daughter in this way! What does it mean?
(Backs toward R., still holding cans and overalls.)
Hiram. Where are you goin’? Come on over to the lake, and we’ll look her over together. (Turns to Hick.) You come, too, Hick.
Hick. Certain I will, Hiram.
Percy (much confused). I—er—think there must be some mistake.