Mr. T. (Laughing.) Pine knots, Twiggs-Knotts too. (Laughs at his witticism.)
Mrs. T. (Aside.) Josiah, your puns are atrocious. (Twiggs goes L. C. to Tick and speaks inaudibly to him.)
Topp. Madam, I’ll take the goods, if they’re up to grade.
Mrs. T-K. The goods?
Tick. Now, the old man is talking shop himself.
Topp. I mean, I’ll take the boys.
Mrs. T-K. Oh, thank you! Oh, how good of him!
Topp. Mr. Twiggs, you seem to know that young man of monumental assurance. Who is this Tick?
Twiggs. Tick? Why, his name is not Tick. That is a nick-name the boys gave him. He is the son of my oldest friend, John Baggs. He is in the employ of Topp & Topp.
Topp. (To Tick.) Are you my man, Jim Baggs?