Mr. R. (apologetically). Well, I’m sure I—(Aside) Gad! I want her more than ever. (To her) You know I said if you did get the license, we won’t take away the boat. I’m sure you ought not to complain of that!
Mary (without turning). Very well, sir—then, there is nothing more to say. Good-morning.
Mr. R. (shamefacedly). Er-er-good-morning. (Exit R.)
Mary (scornfully). So this is the way men protect women! Wretch! To dare to speak so to me!
(Re-enter Phus, R.)
Phus. O, mis’! dere’s an ol’ gemmen an’ young maars on de warf, an’ dey bof ax for you.
Mary. Why, who can they be? Ask them to come on deck.
Phus (at R.). Dis way! Dis way!
(Captain Gandy, outside, sings.)
“On Springfield maount’ins there did dwell