Sally. Poor mother, she’s in a fever of excitement. I’ll try and get her to lie down.
[Exit, L.
Johnny. I say, Mr. Holden, it’s purty hard sleddin’ for marm—ain’t it?
Harry. It is, indeed, Johnny; and don’t you make it any harder for her. Never touch a drop of liquor.
Johnny. O, don’t you fret about me. I feel bad enough to see dad on these times. I’m a purty rough boy, but it does make me feel mean to see dad, who’s such a smart old gent when he’s sober, let himself out in this way. I’ve never touched a drop of liquor, and you can bet your life I never will.
Harry. That’s right, Johnny. Drinking is the meanest kind of enjoyment, and the dearest, too. I’m going to try and reform the old gentleman.
Johnny. Are you? Well, you’ve got a big job.
Harry. Perhaps not. His bidding for the elephant has given me an idea.
Johnny. It gave me an idea he was purty far gone.