Dilly. La, Mr. Butts, you’re never satisfied. You’ve been growling because nobody would confess; and now, when I’m ready to own it, you won’t believe me.
Doctor. Dilly, if this was your doings, you will please explain it.
Dilly. Well, then, I went to Mr. Butts’s office this morning to let him know his horse was in the pound.
Doctor. His horse in the pound?
Dilly. Yes: I’ll tell you about it.
Butts. There, there! no matter about that.
Dilly. Well, I thought you wouldn’t care to hear about it. Well, I went to Mr. Butts’s office, and Mr. Butts wasn’t there: the door was locked; so I tried the window. It was unfastened. I jumped in, saw Mr. Butts’s dressing-gown and boots, dressed up something to look like him, and opened the window.
Butts. What did you do it for?
Dilly. To scare the rogues, Mr. Butts. They would think it was you. It was just as good as though you were there.
Butts. You little, confounded, saucy!—I’ll dress you! I’ll make an example of you, now I’ve caught you!