Mrs. R. Yes, indeed!
Flo. Oh, very well. (They kiss.) My dear friends, married! Many congratulations.
Rog. Yes, Mollie an’ me thought we’d hitch.
Mrs. R. James!
Rog. Get married I mean, an’ now we’re on our weddin’ tower.
Law. Let me also extend my heartiest congratulations. (To Mrs. R.) Of course you are enjoying your trip. We should never ask a bride that question.
Mrs. R. Why yes—that is—
Rog. She’s kickin’ a little. Haint got used to tippin’ everybody every time she turns round. I ain’t carin’ fur expense.
Mrs. R. James, that’s not interestin’ to other folks. (Jim looks at her then at Mr. L.)