Phus. Dere’s two ladies talking to Hank; an’ one looks so peart, so peart, oh, Lor’! (Turns to R. Aside) I wan’ tell her de res’. O, golly! I can’t keep in.
Mary. Talking to Hank? Some of his lady friends, I suppose.
Phus. O, yes! I forgets. Dey wants ter see you, dey say, and Hank say he bring’d ’em in.
(Enter Hank, R., in a stage sailor suit, with Mrs. Gandy and Leafy Jane, the latter very stylishly dressed.)
Mary. Mother! Leafy Jane! (Rushes to them.) Well, this is a surprise, I should think.
Capt. G. (in great surprise). I vum to vummy, I am beat now!
Phus. Wot I tole yer? Wot I tol yer, mis’? (Aside.) But de odder one’s bigger!
Capt. G. Waal, I swan to man, Lorany! you’ve got ahead on us this time. (Goes up to her) Tarnation! haow glad I am ter see yer!
Mary. Why, Leafy Jane, how you’ve grown!
J. Q. A. Yes, and she feels bigger’n you do, and puts on a plaguy sight more airs. She wants father (she calls him par) to put an e in Gandy, ’cause she says it’s more genteel.—And say! she don’t lithp (lisp) any more; the customers laughed at her so for saying “yeth, thir.”