Tramp. And I ain’t exactly.
Minnie. I am sure you have a brave as well as a kind heart, for I have heard from others what risks you took in carrying them out.
Horace. Well, take a substantial supper—or breakfast, whichever it may be called—and presently we’ll clear that snow off together. (Exit Tramp with Minnie R.)
Aunt. What do you mean by clearing the snow together?
Horace. I fancy the exercise will stimulate thought.
Aunt. My dear Horace, I am truly ashamed of the abuse I heaped upon you this evening. Do forgive me.
Horace. Why, Aunt, I’m sure I had well earned it.
Aunt. What a noble reproof you have administered by this turning of your house into a common lodging place, you who so dislike being disturbed, and I thought abominated the lower class. I’m afraid I should have hesitated long before I invited them in.
Horace. Not if you had seen them as I did. Oh, Auntie, why have we so little Otherdom?
Aunt. Other—what, dear?