Hick. (meekly). All right, Lucinda.
Hat. (making another stagger about). Oh! Oh! I know I shall faint.
(She falls and Bill catches her and carries her to a bench.)
Bill (soothingly). That’s all right, Peach. I’ll marry you when I git big enough. You don’t want no lazy tramp for a husband.
Hat. (rousing up and becoming indignant). The idea! Who said I wanted to marry any one? Why, I wouldn’t marry the best man living!
Luc. (to Hick., whom she is still holding). Good reason, maybe. She couldn’t get you, Hick, and I think you are the best man living.
Hick. (grinning). Do you mean that, Lucinda?
Luc. I always say what I mean, Hick Homespun.
Hick. Let’s go look at that cow. [Exeunt Hick. and Luc., L.