March. I’d like to paint a rainbow round his eyes. He might see stars too.
Kitty. And the water—
March. Oh, confound the water! you set me on fire. I’ll punch that Bige Parker, you see if I don’t.
Kitty. Why, March, you’re jealous.
March. Jealous! well, perhaps I am. But I won’t have that Bige Parker sneaking after you: mind that, now. And the next time I see him grinning at you, he’ll catch it: mind that, too. He’s a confounded sneak, darn him. (Exit, C.)
Kitty. Well, I declare, March is really jealous. Now, that’s too bad. (Enter John Gale, L.)
John. What’s too bad, Kitty? Where’s all the folks? where’s your marm? where’s Sept.? Where’s anybody?
Kitty. Where’s anybody? why, don’t you see me?
John. Yes, I see you, you chatterbox. Where’s your mother?
Kitty. Up-stairs.