Dora. Ready!
Scud. Fire!—one, two, three. [Scudder takes out watch.]
Paul. Now it's cooking, laws mussey, I feel it all inside, as if it was at a lottery.
Scud. So! [Throws down apron.] That's enough. [With-draws slide, turns and sees Paul.] What! what are you doing there, you young varmint! Ain't you took them bags to the house yet?
Paul. Now, it ain't no use trying to get mad, Mas'r Scudder. I'm gwine! I only come back to find Wahnotee; whar is dat ign'ant Ingiun?
Scud. You'll find him scenting round the rum store, hitched up by the nose.
[Exit into room, R.
Paul. [Calling at door.] Say, Mas'r Scudder, take me in dat telescope?
Scud. [Inside room.] Get out, you cub! clar out!
Paul. You got four of dem dishes ready. Gosh, wouldn't I like to hab myself took! What's de charge, Mas'r Scudder?