Mulligrub. What, not the name of an individual? Then, what is the meaning of that? (Shows note.)
Mons. A. Zat is my note, monsieur.
Mrs. M. Yes, written by me to Monsieur Adonis, asking him to give me a private lesson here.
Eva. And father thought it a love affair? O, father!
Ida. A man with the name of “Boston Dip!” O, father!
Dasher. Friend of the family, you’ve made a mistake.
Kids. Yaas, dipped into the wong man. Now isn’t that good—owiginal, too.
Mulligrub (looks at each in a foolish manner, then takes Mrs. Mulligrub by the hand; leads her C., and kneels). Hannah, I’m on the brink of a frightful precipice. I’ve made a fool of myself. Forgive me, and let’s go home.
Mrs. M. I think you have, Moses.
Dasher. There’s not the least doubt of it.