O. R. I thought I’d just come in and make a neighborly call this evening.
A. H. Just so. I’m glad the spirit took ye. It be kind o’ lonesome for you at home.
O. R. Wall, ’tis so sometimes.
A. H. Ye ought to get married.
O. R. I’m afraid nobody’d have me.
A. H. Oh, you’re too shy. There’s nothin’ like tryin’. To-night is St. Valentine’s, and there aint no time like the present. All ye’ve got to do is jest ask the question. I’ll warrant you’ll get a favorable answer.
Cal. (aside). Don’t she drive business?
O. R. Wall, I’ve a good mind to take your advice. As you say, ’tis kind o’ lonesome, an’ I can’t more’n get refused (rising); so I’ll jest go over an’ ask Hitty Trumbull if she’ll marry me.
A. H. (indignantly, rising). Mehitable Trumbull! You don’t mean you’re going to offer yourself to her.
O. R. That’s jest what I mean.