Hiram (turning to Hick. and showing surprise). Well, what do you think of that, Hick?
Hick. Must be a born fool.
Hiram. He don’t know what he was sent over here for, it seems.
Hick. Seems not. (Nods head gravely.) He don’t look like a painter, anyhow, Hiram.
Hiram. But he’s got everything with him to do the job.
Percy. I did not come here to do any work. These things (setting them down near C.) belong to another party. I just picked them up to set them aside as you came here. I am not a painter, but an artist.
Hick. Well, I swan!
Hiram (showing surprise). So you didn’t come here to paint our boat, then?
Percy (much relieved). I certainly did not, sir.