Kitty (outside, C.). Much obliged, I’m sure. You’d better come in.
March. Hallo! there’s Kitty. (Enter Kitty, C.) Hallo, Kitty! who’s that you are talking to?
Kitty (tossing her head). Wouldn’t you like to know, Mister Gale?
March. To be sure I should.
Kitty. Well, you can’t: a pretty idea, that I can’t have a beau without being obliged to tell you who it is!
March. A beau! It’s that Bige Parker: I know it is.
Kitty. Well, suppose it is, Mr. March Gale.
March. I’ll just give him the biggest licking ever he had: you see if I don’t.
Kitty. What for, pray?