The Templeton Teapot: A Farce in One Act

by Grace Cooke Strong

Hilda. Mr. Dean saved me from that horrid man this evening, and to reward him I gave him the teapot. He isn't to blame for anything.

Enter Sue, r.

Sue (picking up basket). Mrs. McLaffety's boy has come after this.

Mrs. T. Will you kindly hand it to him, Sue? (Exit Sue, r., with basket.) Mr. Dean, we are doubly indebted to you.

Mr. T. (shaking hands with Dean). I apologize most humbly; but you must admit that appearances were against you.

Mr. B. (slapping Dean on the back). You've certainly distinguished yourself, old fellow.

Mrs. B. (embracing Dean). And you're not crazy—not the least little bit?

Dean. I hope not.

Mr. T. Mr. Dean, I know that you're a collector and lover of antiques. In appreciation of your defense and restoration of my daughter, I should be happy to present you with the teapot, had I not already promised it to Professor Gates, who is to marry—— Why, it's gone!