Doug. Aw—that is wight. Let me see, what is your name, my dear?
Jen. Jennie, sir. (Aside.) Oh, what a fool he is!
Doug. Jennie—aw—vewy pwetty name, Jennie.
Jen. Do you think so, sir? It must be if you do.
Doug. Aw—yes, and a vewy pwetty girl owns it, too.
(Enter Jim, L. U. E. Stops up stage listening.)
Jen. You don't say so!
Doug. (getting closer to her). Aw—didn't you know you were a vewy pwetty girl, Jennie?
Jen. (imitating). Aw—weally, sir!
Doug. You little wogue, I have a good mind to snatch a—