March. I’d like to get hold of him: I’d send him home, and keep him there.
Kitty. Oh, dear! I am so hungry!
March. I am glad of it.
Kitty. Bige Parker wanted to give me a great thick slice of bread and butter; but I knew there was somebody at home (looking at March) who could spread bread and butter better than he.
March. No: did you, Kitty? you just keep still, and I’ll bring you a slice. (Exit, L.)
Kate. O Kitty, Kitty! I suspect you are a little coquette.
Kitty. Me! why I never thought of such a thing.
Mrs. Gale (going to door, C.). It’s about time for John to be back. (Enter March, L., with slice of bread and butter.)
March. There, Kitty, there you are!