Bob. Yes, practice before you preach. Well, Dilly, how comes on the flag?
Dilly. Nearly ready. Will you come and hold a skein of silk for Lucy? (Exit, L.)
Bob. For Lucy? Will I? Won’t I? (Exit, L.)
Fred. It strikes me that Bob Winders is mighty attentive to Lucy.
Harry. Of course, he is. Why, Fred, you’re not jealous?
Fred. That sister of yours is an angel, Harry.
Harry. That she is, Fred.
Fred. Do you know, Harry, that the saddest of our parting is the thought that I shall meet her no more? You and I are such good friends, Harry, that you will not laugh when I tell you I love her dearly, truly.
Harry. Ah! a boy’s love, Fred. We know how that will end. New scenes and new faces will blot out all remembrance of her.
Fred. I tell you, no, Harry. If I am a boy, I have lived a man’s life for the last five years. Hers is not the first fair face which has attracted me; but all fade before hers. Harry, I tell you I shall leave this place with the firm resolve to one day return, and ask her to be my wife.