Mrs. T. Townsley, how does it look outside?
Town. Roaring like all the fiends. The roof of the hotel will go in a minute. There goes the chimneys now!
Jack. (Runs to door.) Oh paw, let me see!
Tootsie. An’ me, too! (Going.)
Jack. Go back, Tootsie! (Pushes her away.) It aint fur girls.
Tootsie. (Pushing.) Paw, Jack’s pushin’ me.
Mrs. T. (Severely.) Come here, both of you. Major Townsley, do you see those children? And at such a time! Humph, you aint fit to be the father of a family! No more government than a cat—(clap of thunder.) Oh! oh!
Mrs. B. Save me! save me!
Mrs. T. I guess ye aint gone yet.
Town. (To children.) Run back dears, to the far corner. (They go L., holding hands.)