Nelly (puts photograph in her bosom). Nonsense; it’s only a slight acquaintance.
Mrs. C. You do not slight his picture. I should say he was a bosom-friend. Where’s Charley?
Nelly. Out on the farm, hilling corn, I believe.
Mrs. C. Poor fellow! how his corns must ache! and his back. Ha, ha, ha! He works so hard to make a pleasure of what he does not enjoy. Nell, tell him, if he comes in, I’ve run over to Mrs. Young’s to borrow her pat. I won’t be gone long. [Exit C.
Nelly. She saw him, but she doesn’t know him. If she only knew what he received in exchange. Well, I’m not going to spoil a frolic for fear of the consequences.
Charles (outside). Hang the corn, Careless; my back’s nearly broken now.
(Enter C. with a hoe, followed by Carlos.)
Carlos. How about the onions, sir?
Charles. How about them as much as you like, but no hoe about them for me.
Carlos. They won’t be worth a cent.