Zeke. Well, Chick.
Chick. Well, massa, ain’t you gwine to make a tea-kettle of me?
Zeke. By and by, Chick; but for the present you shall be demijohn-bearer to the corresponding secretary of the Rocky-valley Teetotalers. You’ve had a little too much of water to-day, and I think a little too much of spirits.
Chick. Ow, ow, by golly, I feel him now!
Zeke. Well, take up the demijohn and go with me. I’ve added two names to the temperance pledge. I haven’t much hope of their sticking; but I rather think they’ll have good cause to remember this day, and their adventure with the man with the demijohn.
(Exit Zeke and Chick, R.)
Curtain.