Silas. What? Stop! O, my head! It must be so. Did I buy that elephant?
Harry. He is in the barn, Mr. Somerby.
Silas. I’m a ruined man! (Sinks into chair L. of table.) Is he alive?
Mrs. S. He ought to be, with half a ton of hay inside him.
Silas. O, my hay! my hay!
Johnny. And a barrel of turnips.
Silas. O, ruin! ruin!
Sally. And a whole basket of carrots.
Silas. I’ll shoot him! I’ll shoot him!
Johnny. That’s easier said than done, dad. Them critters die hard; and we ain’t got the cannon to bombard him with.