[Exit, C.
(Cyn. clears the remaining things from the table and exits R., leaving sugar bowl and pitcher of water on the table. Peter knocks several times at door, and finally steps in. Cyn. enters, R., and looks at him in surprise.)
Cyn. Land sakes! I thought I heard some one knocking.
Peter (with a low bow). Yes, madame, I knocked but receiving no response to my vociferous attack upon your door, I took the unprecedented privilege of entering your charming domicile, I will not say unheralded but unbidden.
Cyn. (staggering). Well, for the mercy, wh-what—did you want to see me?
Peter. If you rejoice in the euphonious name of Cynthia Tinker, it is you I seek. Are you Miss Tinker?
Cyn. Good land, yes! What on airth do you want?
Peter. I seek a place to satisfy the cravings of the inner man. Also a place to rest my weary brain.
Cyn. I should think likely your brain would be weary. I don’t seem to understand yet what it is you’re driving at. If you’d jest tell me kind of plain like what you want of me.
Peter. I would like to board with you.