Mrs. T. Josiah, do get rid of these horrid men.
Mr. T. (Takes Tick by arm.) Come, sir, no vacillation. A brave man never hesitates.
Tick. Never! Do I vacillate? No, I refute the charge with indignation. I was only waiting to take leave of the ladies. (Bowing politely.) Ladies, au revoir.
(Exeunt men, R.)
Angie. He’s so gallant!
Mrs. T. Dear me, child, what a series of adventures. And your father is so slow to act in a crisis.
Angie. Poor Pa! I just don’t like that horrid old Topp one bit. I’ll tell him so, there now!
Mrs. T. Pet, you’ll do nothing of the sort. Mr. Topp is such a dear man.
Angie. Bald as a peeled onion!