Jenny. [Starting out] Yes, mam.
Ritter. You’re not going to faint, are you?
Mrs. R. [Turning back to him again with a flip of her hand at him] No, I’m not.
Ritter. [Slipping his arm around her waist and coming forward] Any mail here for me?
Mrs. R. Not a single thing, Fred; I sent everything right on to Chicago as soon as it came: there must be several letters there for you now.
Ritter. [Disengaging himself and taking her hands and looking at her] I’ll get them all right. How have you been treating yourself while I’ve been away?
Mrs. R. All right; only I’m glad to see you back.
Ritter. Kiss me.
Mrs. R. The house seemed awfully lonesome.
Ritter. Kiss me. [She kisses him.]