ALLEN. I can’t fancy the old farm wi’out Deb. Lord, how lonesome it would be.
DEB. (Who has been trying to stop Mrs. R., has come down and stands by her aunt, l.) Oh, it’s only aunt’s fun. (Goes to Allen, l. c.) I’m not going to get married. Sure the pigs and cows are worrit enough wi’ their foolish ways. I don’t want any husband.
ALLEN. Ah, thee will some day, o’ course, and when thee does we must make thee comfortable, lass. (Taking her hand.) Thee shalt ha’ the best farm in all the country, and the best dairy, and the best stock.
DEB. (Little c.) Thank thee, Allen dear. (Turns up stage.)
MRS. R. (Rising; music dies away.) Well, lass, I suppose us had better have a clean down and summat to eat, and then see about our bit o’ shopping.
ALLEN. Lord help us! (Starting.) If I ain’t forgot all about ‘em.
MRS. R. All about whom?
ALLEN. Why, Clara—Miss Dexter and her father—they be in the library waiting for me.
DEB. Oh, don’t let us keep you from them. (A little spitefully.)
ALLEN. Oh, I shan’t go out this morning, now. (Gets hat and umbrella from table r.c.) I shall get them to stop here instead, and us can have a nice quiet day all together. (Going towards door, lower l.) Come on, mother. (Crosses to c.) I’ve got a room fitted up a’purpose for thee and Deb, with a roost just outside the window with a cock and three hens in it, and he crows all night.