(Bill enters on a run and stumbles, throwing an armful of wood on the floor.)
Bill (on his hands and knees). What do yer want, Helen?
Hel. Get up, stupid. I want you to take this letter to the post-office some time to-day.
Bill (taking letter). All right, Helen. I’ve got to go to ther village right away, an’ I’ll mail ther letter for yer.
Hel. Well, see that you don’t lose it. Here is ten cents for you.
Bill. Hooray! I’ll buy a mouth-organ now. Then I’ll make some mew-sick around High Up Farm, see if I don’t. Helen, you never heard me play a mouth-organ, did yer?
Hel. No; and I don’t wish to hear you, either. Just pick up that wood and be off with you.
Bill (gathering up the sticks of wood). All right, Helen. I forgot to thank you for this dime.
(Puts coin in mouth and then goes off L.)