(Enter Aunt Martha R. Sees lad on sofa.)
Aunt. Oh, how could I? I have forgotten the principal sufferer, and there is not another room left.
Horace. Have you used mine?
Aunt. Horace!
Horace. Let him have that. May it save him is all I say! Now how to move him.
Dr. Chapman. Carry him as he is, sofa and all. That will save a good deal of strain.
(Dr. Chapman, Horace and Tramp carry out boy on sofa R. Minnie enters as they exeunt.)
Minnie. Where can they be going to put that poor boy?
Aunt. Horace insists upon giving up his bed and room to him.
Minnie. (Astounded) No!