(Silas comes down, looks after Mother, then after Vermont.)
Silas. For further particulars see small bills. After so recent reminders of his connubial relations, it strikes me that the deacon is a little giddy, and the sooner he is returned to the bosom of his family, the better.
(Enter Moselle, R. 2 E.)
Moselle. There was no one there. (Sees Silas.) Hallo, medicine man! Where's daddy?
Silas. My daddy?
Moselle. No: mine,—Vermont.
Silas (aside). Her daddy! Great heavings! The deacon's a Mormon! (Aloud.) So, Vermont is your daddy?
Moselle. Why, certainly. Didn't you know that?
Silas. Well, no. I haven't examined the family records lately. Who's your mammy?