Mrs. T-K. (Running to Topp, R.) Oh, Mr. Topp, I implore you spare him!
Angie. (Running to Tick, L.) Spare him, Mr. Tick! Spare him!
Tick. Certainly! I can spare him! (Puts arm round her waist.)
Topp. (Furious.) Bless my eyes! Look at his audacity! I will commit murder. (Tries to get at Tick, flourishing corncutter. Mrs. T-K. clings to him.)
Mrs. T-K. You shall not! (Tableau.) Be merciful!
Topp. Rash woman, let me go! My honor is at stake.
Mr. T. Mr. Topp, there’s a slight mistake somewhere. (Everybody pauses for explanations, T. crosses to Topp.) I’ll try to clear it up. You advertised for twins?
Tick. Twins! (Makes face of surprise.) Dogs!
Mrs. T. Generous man!