Matt. To be sure, and I galloping after this young Will-o’-the-Wisp. Oh, it’s shameful, but I’ll go at once. If we only have Roy back what a jolly day this will be. You shan’t wait long, Roy’s wife. Good-bye little one. (Goes out C.)
Bess (goes R.). I challenge you to another race, to-morrow morning.
Matt (turns). I accept.
Bess. Five miles.
Matt. A straight course.
Bess. Mind, no favor.
Matt. All right. Shake hands on it.
Bess (gives hand). There you have it. Now to the Post Office,——charge.
Matt. Ay, charge for liberty, or——