Cyn. Good-night, dearie. My land, it grows worse! You ought not to try to go home alone.
Ariel. Nonsense! (Exit.) I guess I know Bay Point.
(Cyn. closes door, walks back to table and pours another cup of tea. She starts to drink it.)
Ber. (outside). Whoa! Avast there! Heave over your anchor! Ahoy, Miss Tinker!
Cyn. (surprised). Yes, Cap’n. (Starts toward door.)
Ber. (entering). Didn’t expect me back quite so soon, did you? I’ve lost my pipe. (Feels in his pocket.) It’s durned queer! I most generally keep it in this pocket. I thought maybe I dropped it here.
(Begins to look about on the floor.)
Cyn. (joining in search). I haven’t seen it. Are you sure you had it with you?
Ber. Sartain! I never travel without it, an’ I declare I’d about as soon go back home without my head.
Cyn. Land sakes! You can buy another pipe, can’t you?