You better go an' hide that there money!
MRS. WOLFF
[Absorbed in her calculations, gruffly:] Don't bother me!
[Silence.
JULIUS throws the rabbit on a stool. He wanders about irresolutely, picking up one object after another. Finally he sets about blacking a boot. From afar the blowing of a huntsman's horn is heard.
JULIUS
[Listens. Anxious and excited.] I axed you to go an' hide that there money!
MRS. WOLFF
An' I'm tellin' you not to bother me, Julius. Just let that fool Motes tootle all he wants. He's out in the woods an' ain't thinkin' o' nothin'.