You're not to say Mr. Flamm! Come now!
"Girlie, come and move
Here to my favourite si-i-ide!"
ROSE
[Anxiously.] The people will be comin' from church in a minute, Mr. Flamm.
FLAMM
Let 'em come! [He gets up and takes his rifle from the hollow cherry tree to the left.] I'd better hang it around again anyhow. So.—And now my hat and my pipe! Good. They can come whenever they please. [He has slung his gun across his shoulder, straightened his hat which is ornamented with a cock's feather, taken a short pipe out of his pocket and put it between his lips.] Look at the wild cherries. They're thick. [He picks up a handful of them and shows them to ROSE. With heartfelt conviction:] Rosie, I wish you were my wife!
ROSE
Goodness, Mr. Flamm!
FLAMM
I do, so help me!