March. Yes, Kitty, I’ve been thinking that it’s about time I should make an effort to find my father.
Kitty. But what can you do? there is nothing by which you can be identified.
March. No, but instinct will guide me. I know, if I once set eyes on the man who is truly my father, there will be a come-all-overishness that will cause me to rush into his arms, crying, “Father, behold your son!” In the mean time I must wait.
Kitty. While you are waiting, suppose you take me down from this table.
March. All right (lifts her from table), down you come. I say, Kitty, what did Bige Parker say to you?
Kitty. Oh! lots of sweet things.
March. Darn him!
Kitty. Let me see,—what did he say? He said that the sand seemed like shining gold when I walked upon it.
March. I’d like to stuff his throat with it: perhaps it would change the color.
Kitty. He said the sky seemed filled with beautiful rainbows.