Vance. (Surprised.) What! Are you going, too?
Rog. Yes, Mollie’s gittin’ tired of society.
Vance. I don’t blame her. Such a hurly-burly, come-and-go sort of life as this is intolerable.
Mrs. R. I can’t bear it.
Rog. The Grouse is all tore up about it. Says people make fun of us. I said let me ketch ’em at it.
Mrs. R. (Warningly.) Jim!
Rog. What do I care fur ’em? I pay as I go.
Vance. Yes, of course.
Mrs. R. Pay as you go! Just as if money did everything. They have money an’ edication, we have nothin’ but money.
Rog. (Vexed.) Don’t say that, Mrs. Rogers. Taint so. We have somethin’ else. We’ve horse sense. That’s more’n that old galoot with the vally de shamber kin say. An’ look at that arm. Aint that something? I’ve driv a drill three foot into solid granite in the Lucy, an’ I kin do it agin. An’ that old gilly an’ his vally de shamber couldn’t both do that in a week, to save their necks.