Re-enter Tom moodily, R.C. from R.
Tom. (comes down C.) I don’t like the look of the pond.
Nor. What pond? What are you talking about?
Tom. Oh, by the bye, I haven’t told you what we’re going to do.
Nor. Who’s going to do?
Tom. Why, me and Mildred. Drown ourselves. At least we were going to drown ourselves, until we saw the pond. Now, we are going to think of something else.
Nor. (goes to Tom) Look here, Tom! it’s quite time little boys were in bed. You’ll have plenty of time to-morrow.
Tom. Ah! You don’t know what it is, to love—and get the key of the street!
Nor. Don’t I? I’ve got it.