Pete. At de goose, massa,—at de goose. (Enter Steve, L., with spoons.)
Sam. Now leave. Get out. (Steve and Pete come down.)
Steve. Keep your eye on the spoons.
Pete. By golly, Steve, if he take de spoons, he must take African too. (Exit Pete, R., Steve, L.)
Sam. It seems to me that those individuals have a great deal of anxiety on my account. Well, now to business. Where’s my “Art of Carving”? (Pulls small book from his pocket.) Now let me see. No. 1 is the head, this must be it. (Points to tail.) No, this is the head. Now for it. (Reads.) “Grasp the knife firmly in the right hand,”—that’s so,—“take the fork in the left;” but what shall I do with the “Art of Carving”? It doesn’t say anything about that: I’ll fix it. (Places book on the table.) Now (reads), “stick the fork in No. 8.” That must be No. 8. “Draw your knife across No. 11”— (Enter Pete, R.)
Pete. Did you ring, sar?
Sam. No, I didn’t ring, you outrageous ignorant—
Pete. Beg pardon, sar. Must have been 84. (Aside.) Spoons are dar. (Exit, R.)
Sam. Blast 84! What does he ring for just as I’ve got my knife across No. 11? I must go all over it again. (Reads.) Put your fork in No. 4, draw your knife across No. 11— (Enter Steve, L.)
Steve. Did you ring, sir?