SALLY. Think so, sir?
SKRUFF. Unless, indeed, Miss Florence should be the lucky one? Now tell me, if you were a betting man, which color would you bet on?
SALLY. Well, I think I should take the fair one for choice!
SKRUFF (aside). Hetty, evidently.
SALLY. Unless the dark one should happen to come in first—but you can’t expect me to say any more for sixpence.
SKRUFF. Then the sixpence will have to stay where it was! (Pockets the coin.)
SALLY. All right! dare say you want it a deal more than I do! (Going—stops, and bobbing a courtesy.) Please sir, which did you say was the taters?—ha! ha!
[Runs off into house.
SKRUFF (looking after her). There goes another candidate for penal servitude! This sort of thing won’t do. I must make up my mind one way or the other, so I’ll make a bold stroke for Hetty and chance it! (During this speech HETTY has entered at L.—stops and listens.)