Harry. Ah, Mr. Thornton, when one has a friend like you to lead the way, success is certain. I am proud of your friendship, and thankfully place my future in your keeping.
Thornton. That shows keen wit at the outset. Trust me, and you shall win. (Rises.) But I am keeping you from your friends, and I know a pair of bright eyes are anxiously looking for you. (Goes to bench, and washes hands.)
Jessie (outside l., sings),—
"In the sweet by and by,
We shall meet on that beautiful shore," &c.
Harry. Ah! my "sweet by and by" is close at hand. (Enter Jessie, r., with pail.)
Jessie. O you truant! (Runs to him.) Now, don't flatter yourself that I came in search of you. Do you see this pail? this is my excuse.
Harry. 'Tis an empty one, Jessie. I am very sorry you have been anxious on my account; but I'm all ready, so let's in to supper.
Jessie. Not so fast, sir: the pail must be filled. I'm going for milk.
Harry. Then "I'll go with you, my pretty maid."—You'll excuse me a moment, Mr. Thornton.
Jessie. Mr. Thornton!—Dear me, I didn't see you! Good evening.