Harry. Come, Johnny, let’s look after him. I’m afraid he will get into more mischief. Will you have a look at him, Mr. Somerby?
Silas. Look at him? Never! Find me a way to get rid of him, quick!
Harry. That’s not such an easy matter. Nobody would take the gift of him; and nobody but a fool would buy him.
Mrs. S. That’s a fact. O, my eggs! my eggs! Eighty dozen, all ready for market!
Sally. Law sakes! that elephant has made me forget the breakfast things. (Clears away the table, carrying things off, L.)
Harry. I suppose you want him to have plenty of hay?
Silas. (Fiercely.) Feed him till he splits, or dies of indigestion!
[Exit Harry, L.
Johnny. Say, dad, he’ll be grand, if we can only put him to the plough.
Silas. (Fiercely.) Clear out, yer jackanapes!