Bob. You are? You don’t know how happy you make me. Why at this time?
Lucy. Because the water-melons are just ripe.
Bob. Oh, pshaw! What’s water-melons to me?
Lucy. A great deal, I should think. Don’t you like them?
Bob. Yes; but I like you just as well.
Lucy. Why, Bob!
Bob. No, no! I mean— (Aside.) I’ve a great mind to speak. (Pops down on his knees.) Lucy— (Enter Fred, R., with a portfolio in his hand.)
Lucy. Oh! there’s Fred.
Bob. Just my luck! (Jumps up.)
Fred. Why, Bob, what’s the matter? Have you hurt you?