Bobby rushes in
Bobby—Oh, Ma, what do you think! I found a dozen eggs hid away in the hay-mow.
Ma—Why Bobby, whatever are you doing with your Sunday trousers on?
Pa—How’d you happen to find the eggs?
Bobby—I was jumpin’ off the beam into the hay and I landed right on top of them. Didn’t know they was there. Gee, there was some spill. I guess them eggs was layed last summer, they smelt like it (pause). That’s why I got my Sunday trousers on, Ma.
Ma—Well, run along now and see that you don’t get any more eggs for if you spoil them trousers you go to bed. You ain’t got any others.
Bobby—All right, Ma. I only wished we had a swing in the barn like Pete Miller’s. Yuh kin go clean to the roof in it. It beats jumpin’ in the hay all holler (runs out).
Pa—The very thing! I’ll put a swing up in the barn for Bobby. I’ll give him a big bag of butternuts to crack to keep him out of the way ’till I git it up.
Ma—And I’ll get Minerva to make taffy to put the nuts in (exit Pa and Ma).
Enter Minerva with bottle and stocking, Sam with chest of
tools and boards