Hiram. That’s who she is, Susan. Jest look after her, will you? (To Bill.) Take that trunk up-stairs, Bill, an’ hurry up about it. I’ve got to send you back to the village before you unhitch the mare. I wanted you to do an errand for me, but you went off without me knowin’ it. Hurry up now.
Bill. All right. I’ll git this here trunk up-stairs in a jiffy. (Tries to lift trunk and falls over it.) Gosh! I missed my hold that time. (To Hat.) Say, miss, there ain’t no crockery in this, is there?
Hat. (laughing). No crockery, Bill.
Bill. All right, then.
(Hiram helps him and the two exeunt with trunk at R.)
Hat. (looking about room and breathing a sigh of relief). What a relief to get out of the crowded, dusty city. I am so glad I am here.
Susan. You ought to be, Miss Renwick. There is nothing like the dear old country, after all. Shall I show you to your room?
Hat. If you please, Mrs. Rodney.
Enter Hiram and Bill, R. Exeunt Susan and Hat., R.
Hiram. Now, Bill, I want you to drive over to the village and tell Jim Styles to send a man over here to paint ther boat just as soon as he kin. Since we’re goin’ ter have boarders, we’ve got to have the boat so they kin use it on the lake. Tell him it’s white paint for the outside an’ yaller inside. Don’t you forgit, Bill.