March. What right has he to be tagging after you, I’d like to know?
Kitty. Suppose I choose to let him, Mr. Gale; and suppose I like to have him, Mr. Gale. What do you say to that?
March. That I’ll punch him all the harder when I get at him.
Kitty. Will you? You’re a pretty brother, ain’t you? Won’t let your sister have a beau without making a fuss!
March. I ain’t your brother: you know I ain’t. I’m a shipwrecked innocent.
Kitty (laughing). Oh, ho, ho! you’re a pretty innocent, you are!
Mrs. Gale. Kitty Gale, stop your laughing and behave yourself. Don’t you see Miss Kate? Where have you been?
Kitty. Oh! I’ve been over to Mrs. Parker’s.
March. Bige Parker’s. Darn him.
Kitty. Mrs. Parker was not at home (looking slyly at March): nobody but Bige.