IN DOUBT.
“Lizzie, you’re a woman o’ the world and what I’m a’ askin’ you is in strick conferdence, o’ course. Jim, there, has offert me his hand. (In a hoarse whisper): Do you think a woman would be happy with a man with legs like his’n?”
AT THE END OF THE SEASON.
“Billy, now that she’s agoin’ away, I want ter tell yer that I wuz all broke up on that gal, an’ I would have married her if she had only given me some encouragement.”
BY THE SAD SEA SHORE.
Argument: The last boat of the season is leaving, carrying away a host of summer boarders.
Party on Rock (in tones of deepest anguish): “Farewell, Mercedes, farewell! In six short months you will have forgotten Vacopo the fisherman’s son, and my old age will be made a wreck!”
