Helen. Mamma, I don't believe a word of it.
Pete. Yo' don't eh? Yo' jest ax any ob dose fellers what was 'round, an' see if dey don't tell yo' de same thing, an' justify me in keepin' up de 'spectability ob our family.
Helen. It's untrue, mamma. Pete made up every word of that story.
Mrs. T. Helen, I cannot believe it possible that Mr. Wheeler would be guilty of such indiscretion.
Pete. Dat's de way. Nobody b'lieves a word I say. I, too, is gittin' tired ob dis lack ob confidence. Some of dese mornin's yo' folks will wake up an' find dis child in de promised land.
Helen. Mamma, it's preposterous to entertain for one moment Pete's account of Mr. Wheeler's conduct.
Mrs. T. I shall interrogate Mr. Wheeler privately, and ascertain from him the truth of the matter. To be guilty of such baseness, I cannot believe it.
Miss A. It's just like the horrid men. They are not to be trusted. Ugh! But I detest them.
Re-enter Daisy, followed by Wheeler.
Daisy. Mr. Wheeler. (Wheeler bows; ladies return salutation)