Mr. H. Follow my nose! You're an impudent scamp! I'll ask you no more questions.
[Exit, r.
John. I hope you won't. This comes of trying to do a good-natured act. O, dear! that address! (Reads.)
"Ye crags and peaks, I'm with you once again!"
Enter John Clod, l.
Clod. I say, sonny; yer hain't seen nothin' of a keow, have yer, here or hereabouts?
John. No, I haven't seen no cow.
Clod. Well, don't git mad. It's plaguy strange where that are keow has travelled tew. Brand new keow dad brought hum from market yesterday. What on airth shall I do? She's a brindle, short horns. Yeou hain't seen her?
John. No, I haven't seen her. I've seen no cows or cattle of any kind. It's no use stopping here.
Clod. Well, I dunno what's to be did. Marm, she dropped her bakin', and scooted one way; dad quit ploughin', and scooted another; and I've been scootin' every which way. Ain't heard a keow moo—mooing, have yer?