Mrs. Gale (to Kitty). What’s he say? he’s got warts! I’ll cure ’em for him.
Kitty. Hush, mother! he’s making love to Miss Kate.
Mrs. Gale. Land sakes! he don’t look strong enough to make love to a skeeter.
Capt. Do let me entreat you to reverse your decision.
Kate. Not another word, Captain. (Enter John Gale, L.) Ah! here’s Mr. Gale. Mr. Gale, let me make you acquainted with a friend of mine, Capt. Dandelion.
Mr. Gale (seizing Captain by hand, giving him a rough shake). Glad to see you, Captain. I’ve been admiring your yacht. She’s a beauty.
Capt. (shaking his own hand). Another fisherman. More lobsters’ claws. (Enter Raymond, R.)
Ray. John Gale, I forgot one question about the wrecks. Did you find no name about them?
John Gale. Name? yes. We found the name of one on pieces of the wreck. ’Twas the Gladiator. The name of the other, on a bucket,—this one (takes up bucket, L., turns it round, showing the name Diana nearly effaced), the Diana.
Ray. The Diana? Merciful Heaven! which one was this?