Comediettas and Farces

by John Maddison Morton

JESSIE (half crying). I’ll never marry him!—never! never! never! (picking up the flowers).

MRS. T. Reflect, Jessie, reflect!

JESSIE. I have reflected (trying to restrain her tears). Mr. Chirper may be a trifle slow—and too fond of milk—but he wouldn’t be always chucking young women under the chin—and fisti—fisti—cutting—I mean cuffing!

JOGTROT. Then I may at once convey the joyful tidings to the thrice-happy Chirper.

JESSIE. (harshly). Yes! yes! the sooner the better.

[JOGTROT hurries out at C.

MRS. T. Oh, my darling! I fear you have been too rash—too impetuous.

JESSIE. No! I—I—(suddenly throwing herself sobbing violently into MRS. TARLETAN’S arms).

BLUNT (heard without). All right, captain!