Johnny. Didn’t you feel it? Must have hit yer right in the mouth. It’s awful red!
Harry. Come, Johnny, there’s enough of that. I don’t like it.
Johnny. Don’t you, though? Thought you did. Seemed to take to it nat’ral nuff. Where’s dad?
Sally. He is not up yet. (Sits and resumes her work. Harry goes to chair, back, and takes up his hat.)
Johnny. Guess he’s kinder sleepy after his jaunt to the city yesterday. Guess the coppers are hot! O, won’t he catch it?
Harry. Why, what’s the matter?
Johnny. Matter? Say, thought you was goin’ down with me after that woodchuck this mornin’. Don’t see what a feller wants to fool away his time here with a gal for, when there’s a woodchuck to be got so handy.
Enter Mrs. Somerby, L.
Mrs. S. I’ll woodchuck yer! (Taking him by the ear.) What d’ ye mean by keeping out er the way all the morning—hey?