Jarius. I’m ashamed of myself, Sally. To think I’ve been so mealy-mouthed! What bright eyes you’ve got! and rosy cheeks! and such a mouth! I declare, I must have a kiss!
Sally. Don’t yeou dew it, Mr. Jerden.
Jarius. I can’t help it, Sally. I never saw a sugar bowl but what I wanted to git my fingers into it, or a ’lasses barrel but what I wanted to lick it. And a mouth like yours!—Jehu, don’t stop me! (Kisses her.)
Enter Douglas, C.
Douglas. Aha! (Sally screams, and runs off, L.)
Jarius. Jes’ so. Aha, yerself, and see heow yeou like it.
Douglas. Jarius Jordan! You back again?
Jarius. Jes’ so, and likely to stop a spell.
Douglas. I should judge so from the warm welcome you have just received. Is the day fixed—hey?