Thos. J. (Aside) She has been brandishing that speah for fifty years.
Sam. There is them hens agin, Thos. Jefferson. You go and scare ’em out. (Exit Thos. Jefferson)
Bet. There is a gentleman coming.
Tirz. A. A peddler.
Enter Peddler. Mrs. A. coldly greets him. Betsey gets up and bows. He shows his goods.
Ped. Young lady, can’t I sell you this beautiful lace neck-tie; real old point lace, and only 18 pence.
Tirz. A. Oh, mother, do buy it for me.
Sam. No, Tirzah Ann, no.
Ped. Then let me sell you this beautiful valuable ring. Most diamond dealers would want to make a profit of a hundred dollars or so on it, but I will let you have it for five shillings. It weighs over a hundred and 4 carets.
Sam. A hundred and 4 carrots; that is a likely story. Why, if the carrots was any size at all that would be over a bushel. No, Tirzah Ann, you can’t have the ring.