Mrs. T. Where are you going, Pete?
Pete. To show him out. (aside) Wid de toe ob my boot.
Mrs. T. Never mind, remain where you are. Some of the other servants can attend to him. Now, I wish you to know that my stock of patience is about exhausted. You have tried me the past few months beyond endurance. If you don't turn over a new leaf and behave yourself like other people, I shall be obliged to transfer you to the care of someone who can manage you. (Helen removes hat and gloves and gives them to Daisy who exits L. 2 E.)
Pete. I guess I knows to who yo's 'ferrin' to, but he can't manage me. (aside) An' he better not try, neider.
Mrs. T. To whom do you think I was referring?
Pete. Why, to dat Mr. Wheeler.
Helen. Oh, mamma, I met Mr. Wheeler this morning, and he said Pete grossly insulted him in delivering the note you sent him just after breakfast.
Pete. Dat's a whopper! (aside) He'll not git dem letters now.
Mrs. T. Pete?
Pete. Well, it ain't true, so it ain't.