Dea. P. Well, Jonathan, I wish you all success, but I kinder have my misgivin’s.
Mrs. P. Is the money safe, Jonathan?
J. Yes, marm, I’ve got it in my trowsers’ pocket.
Mrs. P. Hadn’t you better leave part of it to hum? You might have your pockets picked, you know.
J. They won’t catch this child so easy. Don’t you be alarmed.
Mrs. P. I declare I’ve forgotten them doughnuts.
Dea. P. (looking toward L.). Stage is just at the corner.
Mrs. P. They’ll wait a minute.
J. (starting towards L.). Can’t wait, marm. I’ll buy some dinner at the tavern.
Mrs. P. It’ll be wastin’ your money.