Nellie. Where's mamma? Oh, there you are! (runs to her)
Graef. (approaches Deacon; lays hand upon his left shoulder) Uncle, your daughter and child await your forgiveness.
Deacon. (doggedly) I have no daughter!
Pete. Miss 'Melia, please come here a minnit. (Miss A. goes to Pete, who is down R.) Yo' tackle de Deacon, he'll refuse yo' nuffin'.
Miss A. Go long with you! (returns to former position)
Parson. Brother, the good book says, "Forgive, and we shall be forgiven." (Mrs. D. and Nellie approach Deacon and kneel at his L. side)
Mrs. D. Father, I ask your forgiveness, not for myself, but for this innocent child's sake.
Pete. Now, go for him, Miss 'Melia, an' yo'll fotch him, suah.
Deacon. Rise, my child, for inhuman would be the man who could refuse the pleadings of a kneeling child. You are forgiven. (tenderly kisses the brow of Mrs. D. She and Nellie rise)
Miss A. Oh, Deacon, Deacon!