Simon. (Grasping her hand) Widder, you can feel for me; you heve seen trouble.
Mrs. P. Oh yes, I see trouble when I lost Doodle.
Eld. P. (frowning) Miss Peedick, the subject of Doodle, hain’t at all appropriate for the occasion. (Several come up and wish them joy, at last Shakespeare Bobbett.)
S. B. I wish you joy, Mr. Slimpsey.
Simon. Oh yes; keep on! keep it up!
Dr. B. Mr. and Mrs. Slimpsey, I wish you prosperity and health. I can safely promise you the latter (waving his hand towards the medicine.) Take it according to directions, 40 drops every half hour, and if you don’t get better send for me. Dies irae anno domini. Excuse dead language.
Simon. Oh yes; I’ll excuse it. I believe it is better off than we be. (Editor of Augur and bride come last.)
Ed. Accept my hearty congratulations. I can truly say that I never felt more heartfelt happiness and relief than on this occasion.
Simon. Well you may feel happy; well you may.
Ed. I am not a natural singer, in fact, my efforts in that direction have always been of such a nature as to cause sadness to my best friends; but on this occasion I feel like bursting forth into song. And we will now with the permission of Mr. and Mrs. Slimpsey, greet them with a bridal song.