Tom. I should make an impression on those red lips of yours that would astonish you.
Kitty. Indeed! It would astonish me more if you had the chance. (Laugh.) But where's Harry Maynard?
Tom. Off gunning with Mr. Thornton. He said he'd be back in time for the husking: they must have lost their way.
Kitty. His last night at home, too.
Stub. Yas, indeed. Off in de mornin', afore de broke ob day. I's gwine to drive dem ober to de steam-jine station. Miss Jennie gwine to see him off; 'spect she'll jes cry her eyes out comin' home.
Tom. Well, I can't see the use of Harry Maynard's trottin' off to the city with this Mr. Thornton. Let well enough alone, say I. Here's a good farm, and a smart, pretty girl ready to share life with him; and yet off he goes to take risks in something he knows nothing about.
Kitty. Don't say a word against Mr. Thornton; he's just splendid.
Chorus of Girls. Oh, elegant!
Tom. There it is! Vanity and vexation! here's a man old enough to be your father. Comes up here in his fine clothes, with a big watch-chain across his chest, and a seal ring on his finger, and you girls are dead in love with him at first sight.
Kitty. Tom, you're jealous. Harry Maynard is not content to settle down here; he wants to see the world, and I like his spunk. If I was a man I would get the polish of city life.