Dea. P. What for?
J. I’m goin’ over to the bank to get my money.
Dea. P. Yes, I reckon so.
Mrs. P. You’d better go with him, father. He might git robbed on the way home. I shan’t feel safe with such a lot of money in the house.
J. Well, ’twon’t be in the house long.
(Curtain falls.)
Scene II.—Jonathan, in a blue suit with brass buttons, stands R. C., waiting for the stage. Beside him is a blue chest containing his worldly effects. Deacon and Mrs. Peters stand near the door, R.
J. (looking toward L.). I hear the stage, marm.
Mrs. P. Yes, it’s just comin’ over the hill. Hadn’t you better change your mind, Jonathan, and stay to hum, arter all?
J. Not by a jug-full. No, marm, the dice is cast, and I’m bound to be somebody. No more diggin’ taters for me.