Sally. (Outside, L.) Mary, Mary! Where on airth is them mangoes? (Enter, L.)
Jarius. Dunno, Sally. Here’s a man come.
Sally. Jarius Jerden! Wal, I never! How d’ye do?
Jarius. Purty well, Sally. (Shake hands.) Sally, you are a bouncer, and no mistake!
Sally. Where yeou been this long while? Come back for good?
Jarius. Wal, that depends. Sally, yeou dew look jest about good enough to eat.
Sally. Do I? (Aside.) Law sakes; how his eyes blaze! I believe he’s going to pop. (Aloud.) I’m making pickles.
Jarius. Making pickles? (Aside.) She’s pickled me, long ago.
Sally. Yes; and I want the mangoes. Somebody’s hid ’em. I must find Mary. (Crosses to R.)