Jack. She doesn’t!
Jill. I do.
Old Woman. Yes, she sartainly do!
Bachelor (to Jack). Say, let’s run away from this crowd, me and you.
(Wife takes Bachelor by the collar, Jill seizes Jack by the ear.)
Jack (pulling Jill’s hair). Here, stop that, you Jill!
Bachelor. And, my love, please let go!
Wife. Not till you promise to stay. Oh, no, no! I’ll be no grass widow. (Shakes him.) Do you go or stay?
Bachelor. I stay, love, of course.