J. There aint no use in callin’ it names. It’s easy enough ridin’ in it.
Mrs. M. But we cannot all sit on one seat.
J. The children can set on the trunks. (Takes up one of the trunks to carry it out. Exit, L.)
George. Say, mother, have we got to ride in that old, ricketty wagon? It’ll jolt like everything, I know ’twill.
Mrs. M. (in a soothing tone). We’ve only got to ride a few steps.
J. (entering). Don’t know ’bout that. I reckon it’s a good mile down there, and the roads aint none of the best.
Mrs. M. (indignantly). Mr. Jones’ advertisement stated that his house was only five minutes’ walk from the station.
J. Mr. Jones got the schoolmaster to write that notice for the paper. He came up to the house one night and did it. Jones told him to put it in pretty strong. The marster read it out ’loud after he’d writ it, an’ I declair to goodness, I shouldn’t ha’ knowed ’twas the same place we lived in.
Mrs. M. (decidedly). Well, if I don’t like the place, we shan’t stay, that’s all.
J. (smiling incredulously). Oh, mebbe you’ll like it, after all. Folks need a change sometimes. (Takes out another trunk, L.)