Daisy. Yes.
Pete. An' if I gibs dem to him I gits ten dollars!
Daisy. Oh, no; he did not say that. He only offered to give me the ten dollars. I offered you five for helping me find them.
Pete. (looks at her a moment) Oh, yes, I see. I'm sorry I can't help yo'. I'm not such a booby as I look. No, I did not find dem letters. (pauses a moment) But yo' needn't worry yo'self about looking for dem. (settles back in chair and gently draws cigar)
Daisy. (angrily) You mean, horrid, black creature! I believe you have found them and are going to try to get the whole ten dollars. Never mind, I'll tell Mr. Wheeler not to give you a red cent.
Pete. (indifferently) I don't care if yo' do; yo'll be none de better off anyhow.
Miss Amelia. (off L.) Pete, Pete, where are you? (Pete springs quickly to feet, and hides cigar under coat with left hand. Daisy crosses to R. of Pete)
Enter Miss Amelia L. 2 E.
Miss A. (stops at L. C.; speaks authoritatively) Pete, where is Fido?