(One of the children looking out:) There is a hull lot of folks a comin’.
Bet. Husband, you must get up; our bridal guests are arriving.
Simon. Wall then, give me my cane, and I’ll try it.
Bet. And your raiment is disordered; it looks bad.
Simon. It looks as well as I feel, I know that. (They stand up, Betsey haughtily erect, Simon leaning on his cane, and occasionally shedding tears. They all bring presents, the more ridiculous the better. Josiah brings a sack of flour; Dr. Bombus brings a large bottle of medicine; the Editor of the Augur a file of the Augurs etc. Thomas J. and Tirzah Ann comes in first, congratulates them)
Bet. (proudly) I thank you, Mr. Allen. I thank you Miss Allen.
Simon. (mournfully) I told your mother how it would be.
Bet. (hunching him, whispers) How you act! Do put on some style; thank him.
Simon. Much ob’eeged. I knew——(He stops and wipes his eyes. Betsey reproves him for his actions, and just then Elder Peedick and wife enter.)
Eld. P. My wife, Miss Peedick.