A. H. (seizing a broom and chasing him around the stage.) You would, would ye? Then, you just git out o’ this house. You shan’t stay in it a minute longer.
Cal. (waving his hand). That’s it, Aunt Hannah. Pitch into him lively. Go ahead, an’ I’ll help yer.
(Exit A., L., followed by A. H. and Caleb.)
(Curtain falls.)
Scene III.—The same. Time, six months later. Mrs. Leland, sitting at table, R. C., and Caleb, L. C. Enter Aunt Hannah, R.
A. H. (going to Mrs. L.). Is this stockin’ goin’ to be large enough for Calup?
Mrs. Leland (examining stocking). I guess so. It is larger than the last pair.
Cal. Aunt Hannah thinks my understanding is increasing pretty fast.
A. H. (bluntly). It’s a pity ’taint your politeness instid o’ your feet that’s agrowin’.
Mrs. L. (looking up). Take another chair, Caleb, and let your aunt have the rocking-chair.