Col. G. You must go home.
Tho. Goo whoam, says to! Aw goo no-wheers but to th' grave afoor aw've feawnd mo chylt.
Col. G. Come along with me; I will do all I can to find her. Perhaps I can help you after all.
Tho. Aw mak nea deawbt o' that, mon. And thae seems a gradely chap. Aw'm a'most spent. An' aw'm sick, sick! Dunnot let th' boys shove mo abeawt again.
Col. G. I will not. They shan't come near you. Take my arm. Poor old fellow! If you would but trust me! Hey! Cab there!
Exeunt.
Enter SUSAN, peeping.
Sus. I wonder whatever's come to Mattie! It's long time she was out again.
Enter MATTIE, hurriedly.
Mat. Oh, Susan! Susan! (Falls.)
Sus. Mattie! Mattie! (Kneels beside her, and undoes her bonnet.)