Harry. Then marry me. I’ll make you the happiest woman in the world. I’ll carry you to an elegant home, and scatter money in every direction, to bring around you luxuries and enjoyments.
Sally. No, Harry; I could enjoy nothing, leaving my father without his consent. I have always tried to be a good daughter. He would be very angry, should I disobey him, and no good fortune would follow me. No, Harry. Be patient. There’s a good time coming.
Harry. Yes, it’s always coming. But I shall ask his consent to-day.
Sally. Do, Harry. I hope he’ll say yes, for you deserve it. (Puts her arm about his neck.)
Harry. And you deserve the best husband in the world, you gypsy. (Puts his arm round her waist, and kisses her.)
Enter Johnny, C.
Johnny. Christopher Columbus! O, hokey! (Sally and Harry jump up.) Did you hear it?
Sally. Hear what? Why don’t you frighten a body to death, and have done with it!
Johnny. Somebody fired off something close to my head. Blunderbuss, I guess. Did it hit you, Sally?
Sally. I didn’t hear anything.