Adol. Oh, Sammy! What a head you’ve got.
Sam [Holds sticks towards Adolphus.] Draw! [Adolphus draws long stick.]
Adol. Just my luck!
Sam. Ah! Now, Dolphy, I’ll show you how to do it. Hush! She’s coming back! Now you hide behind there. [Pointing. Adolphus hides behind flower urn, C.]
Enter Adrienne, R. 2 E. Sammy falls on his knee.
Sam. Most adorable angel, whose liquid eyes do penetrate the inmost depths of my entranced soul, listen to one who has loved you from his childhood. Fill me with ecstasy by the avowal from thy honeyed lips that you will be forever mine.
Adri. [Laughs heartily.] Rise, you foolish boy, and go home and tell your mother to put a mustard draft on your feet and give you a dose of paregoric.
Sam. [Gets up and scratches his head.] Squashed, by Jupiter! [He walks to L.]
Adri. [R. Aside.] Where is Ralph, I wonder!