March. Run and hide him somewhere,—in the wash-room,—anywhere; for here comes Mother Gale.
Kitty. Come, old gentleman! I’ll hide you. (Exit, with Jean, L.)
March. What a confounded ninny I have been! If I had known this before, I might have saved Bige Parker the trouble of giving me the thrashing I intended for him. But ain’t it jolly! I’m so happy I could sing for joy! (Sings.)
“Oh, my name was Captain Kyd.”
(Enter Mrs. Gale, R., with broom, which she claps upon March’s head.)
Mrs. Gale. I’ll Kyd you!
March. Mother Gale, what are you about?
Mrs. Gale. About mad. Where’s Kitty? Such a caper! Oh dear, oh dear! I’ve been and chased and chased that confounded peddler way down to the water; and when he gets there, he strips off his coat and hat, and—would you believe it?—it was the Captain!
March. Why, Mother Gale! what have you done? what will he say?
Mrs. Gale. He didn’t stop to say any thing: he jest gave one leap into the water, and swam for his yacht!