Dorothy.—No, sir; my name is Dorothy Clyde, and the young lady at your side is the one who did not hear your gallant views on the subject of arrears of rent.
Dingle.—Do you mean to say—?
Em’ly.—She means to say that I am Em’ly Felton.
Squire.—And that you are by no means a stranger to Dorothy.
Miss Philp.—And Mr. Dingle, pray what has become of him?
Squire.—The ladies first. This is Miss Philp, my friends; this is Miss Felton, and last, but not least, this is my esteemed—ah—that is—my very esteemed friend, her mother. Now, Miss Philp, allow me to introduce to your kind consideration Mr. Morley Dingle, of Dingleton, Dingle Township, Pennsylvania.
Dorothy (Aside).—Dingle, dong, dingle.
Dingle.—I am pleased to make your acquaintance, Miss.
Miss Philp.—It is such a pleasure to place your name—
Weatherspout (Aside).—On your teaspoons, if you could.