Dilly. And I hope there never will be. I don’t want to leave Harry and you, auntie, and Lucy, and the dear good doctor. If I’m a nobody, I mean to be happy; and, if ever I can do any thing for Harry to repay him for—for—for— (Bursts into tears.)
Mrs. L. There, there, Dilly, don’t cry. We all love you dearly; and, while you live, there is a warm home for you in Greenlake. Come with me. I’ve got a new canary in my room. (Exit, R.)
Dilly. A canary? Oh, my! ain’t that splendid? (Exit, R.)
Lucy. Harry in danger! I do not believe it. Fred Hastings is a dear, delightful fellow, and I am sure would lead nobody into danger.
Bob. (Without, C.) O Lord! O murder! oh, bring somebody here quick! (Enter, C., dragging a trap, in which his foot is caught.)
Lucy. Why, Bob, what have you been doing?
Bob. Practising your favorite song, “I’ve been roaming, I’ve been roaming;” and this is the consequence.
Lucy. Ah! too many sharps in that tune for you.
Bob. Altogether. I don’t like the measure. Won’t you be kind enough to release me?