Flo. I’m so glad to see you, Mrs. Rogers, you look so well—
Rog. Lookin’ well! I should say. Mollie, I call that neat. (Women aside.)
Law. (Laughing.) Rogers, (in half aside) you’re in great luck.
Rog. You bet! I’m right on the pay streak. Han’some bird and stuff to buy the feathers.
Law. We owe you and your wife a great deal.
Rog. Not a red! Wy, cuss it, I owe you somethin’ I can’t never pay. To think I let them fight—it makes me sick to think of it. Am I doin’ right to mention it?
Law. What’s done is done.
Enter Rachel, D. F., running, out of breath.
Rach. (Excitedly.) Oh Mr. Lawton!
Law. What is the matter, Rachel?