Plant. Are you? You're not mine!
Aurora. Yes! She's chosen me to marry the dear doctor!
(Ruby and Pearl laugh.)
Let them laugh as wins. You tried your best, but I don't bear no h'ill-will. I said I'd struggle with yer, and I've done it. If you're good girls, I may ask you to be bridesmaids—it's better than nothing, (crosses L. C.)
Plant. (to Doctor under table) I say, Jack, is this true? You have my deepest sympathy—and if it should come to a breach of promise—look me up!
Doctor. (coming out) If ever I do look you and your precious jewels up, I'll bring a stick twice as big as yours.
Plant. And that is gratitude!
(Enter Flo. and Aunt—they listen.)
Ruby. (hotly) I don't care who marries Jack!
Pearl. Nor I—he's not my style!