"Ye crags and peaks, I'm with you once again."
Enter Mr. Hanks, l.
Mr. Hanks. Look here, boy; where's Mr. Simmons's house?
John. O, bother! Over by the mill.
Mr. H. Hey?
John. Over by the mill.
Mr. H. Over that hill? Good gracious! You don't mean I've got to travel as far as that, do you, in the hot sun?
John. No, no; it's only a little ways.
Mr. H. Only a little blaze! It's an awful hot morning.
John. O, dear! this old fellow is as deaf as a post. (Very loud.) Mr.—Simmons—lives—down—by—the—mill.