Enter Pete, Pointdexter, Jackson, Lafouche, and Caillou, R. U. E.
Pete. Dis way, gen'l'men; now Solon—Grace—dey's hot and tirsty—sangaree, brandy, rum.
Jackson. Well, what d'ye say, Lafouche—d'ye smile?
Enter Thibodeaux and Sunnyside, R. U. E.
Thibo. I hope we don't intrude on the family.
Pete. You see dat hole in dar, sar. [R. U. E.] I was raised on dis yar plantation—neber see no door in it—always open, sar, for stranger to walk in.
Sunny. And for substance to walk out.
Enter Ratts, R. U. E.
Ratts. Fine southern style that, eh!
Lafouche. [Reading bill.] "A fine, well-built old family mansion, replete with every comfort."