Mrs. S. O, the monster!
Sally. He’s gone straight into the parlor. He’ll smash everything. O, my vases, my vases!
Silas. (Aside.) Confound the critter, I’ll have one shot at him.
[Exit, R.
Harry. (To Sally.) It’s all right, Sally. I’ve got his promise.
Sally. And we shall be married! Ain’t it jolly?
Mrs. S. But how on airth are you going to git out of this scrape?
Harry. Leave that to me. Hush! he’s here.
Enter Silas, R., with gun.
Silas. I’ve had jest about enough of that air critter’s society; and if I don’t pepper him, my name’s not Silas Somerby.