Betsy Baker! or, Too Attentive by Half; A Farce, in One Act

by John Maddison Morton

CRUM. I see—you’ve given him the slip, eh?

BET. Slip, sir! Who, sir?

CRUM. Mouser. Betsy, I’m afraid you’ve gone a little too far.

BET. (drawing herself up) You’ll be good enough to remember, sir, that you are speaking to Betsy Baker? Didn’t you insist on my making Mr. Mouser fall in love with me in downright earnest?

CRUM. Yes, yes.

BET. And ain’t he in love with me in downright earnest?

CRUM. Yes, confound him!

BET. Very well, sir. Then I’ll trouble you for the little greengrocer’s shop at the corner of the street.

CRUM. Pooh! We’ll talk about that some other time. (walking about)

BET. No, sir—now! now! (following him) I won’t go out of the house, without the little greengrocer’s shop at the corner of the street. I’ve worked hard for it!