Kitty. Then why don’t you find him? Bige Parker don’t have to hunt for his father!
March. Bige Parker! Do you dare to speak his name to me?
Kitty. To be sure I do. I’m going to walk with him to-night: perhaps he’ll see more beautiful rainbows.
March. We’ll see about that. I’ll just go and hunt him up, and he’ll ketch the darndest licking ever he got: you see if he don’t. (Dashes out, C.)
Kitty. Now he’s gone off mad. Well, I don’t care. (Enter Mrs. Gale, L.)
Mrs. Gale. Come, Kitty, hurry and set the table (pulls table out, C., spreads it; she and Kitty get cloth and dishes, and lay the table, during the scene).
Kitty. Lord! here comes the captain back again. (Enter Capt. and Kate, C.)
Kate. It’s no use, Captain; my answer is still the same: I can never marry you.
Capt. Now, that’s deused unpleasant, after a fellah has come down here in his wacht.