| Harry. | } (Agreed. Enter Butts, C.) |
| Bob. |
Butts. I’ve caught you, have I?—you rascals, you rapscallions!
Harry. Come, come, Mr. Butts, hard words!
Fred. What in the world is the matter now?
Bob. Old Hookey looks wrathy.
Butts. Old Hookey!—young man, respect the law.
Harry. What’s the matter, Mr. Butts? Whose eggs are missing now?
Bob. Whose chimney stopped up?
Fred. Whose water-melons sloped?