(George Grey enters.)
George. Those trunks in the forward team. Make haste. We've no time to lose. This box in the wagon where the children are.—Carefully—carefully, though.
(A Soldier enters.)
Sol. Hurra, hurra, the house there! Are you ready? Ten minutes more.
George. Get out. What do you stand yelling there for? We know all about it.
Sol. But your brother, the Captain, says, I must hurry you, or you'll be left behind.
George. Tell my brother, the Captain, I'll see to that. We want no more hurrying. We have had enough of that already, and much good it has done us too. Stop, stop,—not that. We must leave those for the Indians to take their tea in.
Workman. But the lady said—
George. Never mind the lady. Well, Annie, are you ready? Don't stand there crying; there's no use. We may come back here again yet, you know. Many a pleasant sunrise we may see from these windows yet. Heaven defend us, here is this aunt of ours.—What on earth are they bringing now?
(A Lady in the door with a couple of portraits, followed by others bringing baskets and boxes, etc.)