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Seed. Shaw, don't talk so, Hen. 'Member you'n* 

 M'randy wuz love-birds onct. 'Member haou ye used to 

 drink from the same glass 'n' eat from the same 



Hen. Shet up, Tim ! I swanny, wuz I sech a dummed 

 fool ez that ? Look at me naou Do I look like a love-bird ? 



Seed. Not much, Hen. Wall, what kind of a present 

 d' ye want ? 



Hen. Suthin' cheap. Wooden ware, M'randy said. 



Seed. How 'd a rollin'-pin do ? 



Hen. Jist the thing. Ye can hit a almighty tunk with 

 it. Sometimes seems 's if I could knock M'randy's head 

 off'n her. But she allus gits it first. 



Voice from without. Henry Peck, be ye goin 't' get that 

 present or beent ye? I don't want to haf tu speak t' ye 

 twict. 



Hen. Yes, my dear, comin'. For the land sake, don't 

 be so tarnal slow, Tim. Ten cents; don't wrap it up. 

 Comin', M'randy, comin', my dear. (Exit hurriedly.} 



Seed. Poor Hen ! M'randy was a likely critter, too. 

 She kind of took a shine to me 'fore Hen begun to set up 

 with her. Sometimes, I almost think she was kind of dis- 

 appinted in Hen. Naou 'f it 'ad been me, M'randy 'd 

 Hellow ! There goes that pesky cheese agen. Hi tha ! shoo ! 

 (Jumps up and chases the clwese back to its cage and strikes 

 it with butt end of butter knife.} Well, I 've got to put some 

 chloride of lime on that salt fish. (Sprinkles fish.} 



[Enter PANSIE J. PINK and AUGUST SWEETING. 



Seed. Well, Pansie, you look ez pretty ez a Baldwin 

 apple. Ain't thet so, August ? 



August. You bet, Tim. I 'm goin' t' buy suthin' for 

 a friend of mine who is goin' to be married, 'n' I jest bet 



