Maj. M. Good morning, madam! I am Maj. Moore, of Jefferson. The Colonel and I had seats near each other in the last Legislature.
Mrs. G. Be seated, sir. I think I’ve heard the Colonel speak of you. He’s away, now; but I expect him every moment. You’re a stranger here, I presume?
Maj. M. Yes, madam, I am. I rather like the Colonel’s situation here.
Mrs. G. It is thought to be a fine location.
Enter Sampey, R.
Hand me my fan, will you, Sampey?
[Sampey gets the fan and passes near the Major, who mistakes the boy for the Colonel’s son. He reaches out his hand.
Maj. M. How do you do, bub? Madam, I should have known that this was the Colonel’s son, if I had met him in California; for he looks so much like his papa.
Mrs. G. [To the boy.] Get out of here this minute. Go to the kitchen.
[Exit Sampey, R.