Moselle. You?
Silas. Yes. For if Vermont is your daddy, and Mother Merton your mammy, and Deacon Steele is my father, and Hannah Steele is my mother, I must belong somewhere among the boys—of the old boy.
Moselle. Why, you must be the kid—Abigal's son. Ha, ha, ha!
Silas. Abigal! (Aside.) What! Another family springing up! Oh, this is too much! Hannah Steele's young ones—Mother Merton's boys—Abigal's kid. The old Turk! I must get the old man home.
Moselle. So you're the boy that threw his father?
Silas. Threw him! Why, he's floored me!
Moselle. I'm real glad you've found him, he's so lonesome sometimes. And daddy's got a big heart that would take the whole world in.
Silas (aside). He seems to have taken in a pretty big slice of the better half already.
Moselle. Now, you must have great influence with daddy, and you must help me free Dick.
Silas. Who's Dick?