Jen. Well, Jim, supposing—just supposing, you know—that I should make up my mind to marry you—
Jim. Oh, Jennie! If you only would. The very idea makes me so happy, I—I could jump way to the ceiling.
(Holds out arms to embrace her, she runs under them.)
Jen. Could you? Well, don't be in too much of a hurry, because it might hurt you when you came down, for you know I was only supposing.
Jim. Jennie, do you want to see me pine to a shadow and blow away with love? I can't stand this sort of thing any longer. I will go away to California, that's what I will do!
Jen. (coquettishly). But, Jim, don't you think you had better wait until I get through supposing?
Jim. Wait! I will wait until I am bald if you will only promise to have me then.
Jen. Dear me, I shouldn't want you then. In fact, I couldn't think of having you any way, if I thought you would ever be bald!
Jim (very fast). Oh, I never shall; no, indeed, we are not a bald family, there never was a bald man in it, the babies are all born with thick heads of hair. One of the family was scalped once, to be sure, but it was accidental, and his hair all grew out again in a few days. Look at mine. (Sticks it up.)
Jen. (screams). Oh, don't! Nature has made you homely enough without your trying to help her.