C. Well, I’ll call round on you to-morrow, occasionally, to see how you make out in the new business.
(Curtain falls.)
Scene II. In the Park. Two apple-stands at the back of stage. They are several feet apart, and presided over by Bridget Murphy, R., and Kate O’Callahan, L. Enter Frank Burley, who stands a little in front, but between them, gazing first at one and then at the other.
Mrs. O’Callahan (rising—with her knitting in her hand). Some peanuts, sir, or apples—nice apples three cents apiece?
Mrs. Murphy (wiping apples on apron). Here’s where you’ll find your nice apples—three cents apiece, and a good deal bigger than the other woman’s.
F. (approaching Mrs. M.’s stand). What will you sell your whole stock to me for, my good woman?
Mrs. M. (regarding him attentively). And what do the likes of you want of it?
F. I want to buy your stock, and tend this stand to-day.
Mrs. M. (doubtfully). Honor bright?
F. Yes. To-morrow you can have it back again, and I’ll give you the stock that’s left over.