A. Not until you give me a favorable answer to my suit.
Car. I cannot—I—(Enter Cal., R. A. rises.)
Cal. (laughs quite loud). Ha! ha! ha! (Enter Mrs. Montgomery and Aunt Hannah, L.)
Mrs. Montgomery. What can be the matter?
A. H. What’s all this noise about? Anybody’d think the house was afire, to hear such a racket.
A. It’s that impertinent young wascal, aw, who’s been scweaming like a locomotive whistle.
Cal. Who wouldn’t ’a’ laughed, if they’d come in, as I did, and seen Mr. Fitz-William on his knees asking Carrie to marry him?
Mrs. M. Why, Adolphus, I thought you were engaged to Helen Lindsay, who lives in the city.
Cal. And ’twarn’t more’n ten minutes ago that he spoke about marryin’ Aunt Hannah. (The spinster smiles benignantly.)
A. I did not, aw. I’d sooner marwy Beelzebub’s daughtaw than such a she-dwagon.