Sam. Thomas Jefferson, you ought to be ashamed. There’s them hens again. I shall have to scare ’em off myself. (Samantha goes out to frighten the hens, Betsey goes out the other door; Thos. J. dances round and sings.)
How was she fooled, this lovely dame?
How was her reason overcame?
What was this lovely creature’s name?
Betsey Bobbett.
(Samantha screams; Thos. J., Tirzah Ann and Widder Doodle rush out, and Josiah comes in bringing Samantha in his arms.)
Sam. (groaning) I wonder if you will keep that pup now.
Jos. Maybe you didn’t encourage it enough. Do keep still Samantha, how do you s’pose I am going to carry you if you touse round so?
(He lays her on the lounge; Thos. J. and Tirzah Ann and Widder Doodle comes in, the widder a crying) Oh, Doodle; Doodle; if you was alive, you would tell your relict what to do for Samantha; I know you would.
Jos. You go for Dr. Bombus, Thomas Jefferson.