Jen. How awful!
Jim. I guess you would have said so if he had hugged you the way he did me!
Jen. (coquettishly) Well, I don't know; perhaps that might not have been quite so awful either!
Jim (walking about angrily). Just let me catch him hugging you, or any other fellow, that's all.
Jen. Dear me! And what business would that be of yours, I should like to know? This is a free country, sir, and I am a single woman, and hugging isn't a crime, and no man shall dictate to me. So! (Stamps foot.)
Jim. Who is dictating? How you do fly off! You know, Jennie, I think all the world of you!
Jen. Yes, I dare say! Men always say so before they get married. I suppose that is what our master said to our mistress once, and now see the way he orders her about! And you would like to do the same by me, wouldn't you? But I am altogether too smart for that, sir!
Jim. But, good gracious, Jennie, how you do fly off! Never thought of such a thing in my life!
Jen. Oh, pshaw! Men are all alike! Now I will bet a pound of candy that you think you know more than I do, just because you are a man!
Jim. Well—I—of course about some things.