Scene—Salem, 1660.
Priscilla Puritannica—Yes, Master Virtuous Ebenezer Smith, I love you.
Virtuous Ebenezer—Oh, you sweet girl.
Pris. Pur.—Now, do not be too voluptuous, Master Virtuous Ebenezer Smith, and do not call me sweet.
Virt. Eb—I will try.
They engage in silent prayer.
In Boston, 1889.
Victor Emanuel Smythe—Darling, kiss me.
Priscillesca Powderpuff—I should like to, but oh, Vicky, God sees everything!