J. Q. A. You great galloot! Catch me ever being such a fool. Say! what kind of a necktie you going to wear?
Hank. Oh, a stunner! blue and yallar, I guess. (Looks at L. J.) Sha’n’t I, Leafy?
L. J. (with dignity). No, Henry; you must have one to match my dress.
J. Q. A. (to L. J.). ’Fore I’d go taggin’ way down to New Orleans after a husband!
L. J. You’ll have to tag all round the world before you’ll find any one fool enough to wed you.
J. Q. A. I don’t think I shall ever “wed.” My affections have been blighted by a fair damsel from Chicago. She had large feet.
Mrs. G. Stop, John Quincy! Yer as sarsy daown here as yer was ter hum; ain’t ye l’arnt nothin’ by travellin’?
(Phus, who has been examining J. Q. A.’s basket, attracted by the peanuts, puts his hand in his pocket for money to buy some, and, feeling a letter there, draws it forth.)
Phus. Golly, I forgets dat let’! Mis’! mis’! here’s a let’; seems it mus’ be dat licens’. Yes! see dis great t’ing on it, big as a hoe-cake and red as a ’simmon.
Mary (eagerly). Give it to me! (Breaks the seal and hastily reads.)