Kitty. Oh! ain’t that nice, now if I only had a seat.
March. Here’s one: here’s a high old seat (attempts to lift her upon the table, burns his hand with the flat-iron, yells, drops Kitty, and runs, L.).
Mrs. Gale. I told you you’d catch it (takes iron from table, and places it in the fireplace).
March. You didn’t tell me any such thing: I found it out myself. Look at that (shows his hand). There’s a blister.
Kate. Dear me! I forgot I had a message to deliver. Father would like to see you in his room a moment.
Mrs. Gale. I’ll go right up.
Kate. Where’s Sept., March: I haven’t seen him this morning?
March. I saw him off the point about an hour ago: it’s about time he was in.
Kate. Come up to my room when you have finished your luncheon. I’ve something to show you. (Exit, R.)
Kitty. Yes, I’ll come right up.