Kitty. Pshaw! no more of that! Do you remember what I told you my husband must be?
Tom. Yes: a sort of salamander to rush into burning houses, an amphibious animal to save people from drowning.
Kitty. Ahem! Tom, to save people: just so. Well, Tom, you can be that hero, if you choose.
Tom. Me? How, pray?
Kitty. Harry Maynard has got into trouble in the city; he's a drunkard and a gambler, and every thing that is bad.
Tom. You don't mean it!
Kitty. It's true. Now, he must be saved, brought back here, or Jessie will die. Tom, go and find him, and when you come back, I'll sacrifice myself.
Tom. Sacrifice yourself?
Kitty. Yes, marry you.
Tom. You will consider him found. O Kitty, Kitty,—but hold on a minute. Have you given Nat Harlow a chance to be a hero?