Miss A. That will do, Daisy. You are a nice, well-behaved girl. So sensible.
Daisy. Thank you, ma'am. (going)
Miss A. Daisy, stop a moment. If you see the Deacon enter this room, please be sure and see that we are not disturbed for the next half hour, and I'll make you a present of that handsome silk dress of mine I saw you admiring yesterday. (goes R.)
Daisy. Oh, thank you. (aside) Handsome silk dress! It's as ugly as sin and as old as the hills. I wouldn't be seen in such a delapidated affair. Ugh! (Exit hastily, L. 2 E.)
Miss A. I wonder what detains the Deacon. I'm sure it's after 2 o'clock. I do hope he'll come right to the point, for I know I can't stand any long preamble. (fidgety) I do wish he would come. Hark! I hear his footsteps now. (Goes to sofa, sits R.) I'll pretend I'm offended because he kept me waiting. Oh, dear, I know it's coming; I feel frightfully nervous.
Re-enter Pete backward, dressed in Deacon's suit, with spectacles on.
Miss A. (glances around as Pete enters) It's he! (bows head on right arm of sofa and remains in that position; Pete advances slowly, imitating the Deacon's shuffling gait and clearing of throat. Takes seat beside Miss Amelia)
Pete. Amelia, dearest! (Coughs and makes wry face. Aside) She's skeered! (aloud) I guess yo' know fo' what I wanted to see yo'? (pause) Yo' love me!
Miss A. (in muffled astonishment) Oh, Deacon, how——