Asa Ain't she a regular snorter?
Flo A what?
Asa Wal, perhaps I should make myself more intelligable, if I said, a squeeler, and to think I'm keepin' that everlasting angel of a gal out of her fortune all along of this bit of paper here.
Flo What is that? [Takes paper from pocket.]
Asa Old Mark Trenchard's will.
Flo Don't show it to me, I don't want to look at it, the fortune should have come to Mary, she is the only relation in the direct line.
Asa Say, cousin, you've not told her that darned property was left to me, have you?
Flo Do you think I had the heart to tell her of her misfortune?
Asa Wal, darn me, if you didn't show your good sense at any rate. [Goes up to dairy.]
Flo Well, what are you doing, showing your good sense?