Hick. (becoming interested). How do you know that?
Hiram. Well, I reckon I’ve got eyes an’ ears. (Slaps Hick, on the back.) Come! brace up, old feller. You wasn’t born to die an old bachelor.
(Percy and Hel. are conversing in whispers and getting along nicely.)
Hick. (meditating for a moment). Well, I’ll take her. I’ll be over after her in the mornin’.
Hiram. Good enough! I’ll tell her just as soon as she comes out.
Hick. (protestingly). No, no! I mean the cow.
Hel. Tell the cow, then, father.
(All laugh but Hick.)
Enter Bill, C., mopping face with bandana.
Bill. Whew! If that wasn’t a run! I never had so much fun in my life! Can’t that city gal run, though! Why, she went through the corn-field like a two-year-old heifer on the rampage! That artist wasn’t no match for her at all. But he might have got away if he hadn’t stumbled an’ hit his head agin a pile of fence rails. She’s got him! Lucinda is helpin’ her bring him back. There’s goin’ to be a breach of promise suit. Wow!