Fred. Do you mean that, Lucy? May I hope sometime to return, and— (Enter Harry, C., in boating costume, blue. Aside.) Pshaw! he back again?
Harry. Well, Lucy, are you all ready for the race?
Lucy. When you are, Harry. Look at my beautiful present. From Fred too: isn’t he kind?
Harry. Very.
Lucy. Well, I declare: is that all you can say?
Harry. I’m busy now: don’t talk. Get Aunt Loring and Dilly. We must be off.
Lucy. We’ll all be ready in a minute. (Exit, L.)
Fred. Here, Harry, here’s your father’s check for seventy-five dollars: settle with Capt. Pitman at once.
Harry. Thank you, Fred! I’ll run down and pay him.
Fred. And I’ll get ready for the race. Look out for yourself; for I shall beat you. (Exit, R.)