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you please, and then mix up a mess of chicken-feed in it, 

 and sometime mighty convenient when we can't find the 

 dust-pan. Tell yer, Timothy, Hungaria is a master-hand 

 to make things go a long distance. Don't know what we 

 ain't used that er choppin'-tray for. 



Hungaria (who has vainly tried to stop him) . 'T is no 

 such thing, Oat Grass, and you know it. They ain't a 

 neater housekeeper round, than I be. 

 [Poppy tries to dispossess JOHNNY of his stick of candy, and 

 the result is a mixup and the children are torn apart by 

 their parents, shaken and set down hard on opposite sides 

 of the store, where they make up faces at their parents and 

 each other. 



Hungaria. Be you goin' to the weddin', Mr. Seed ? 

 We be. It's jest too nice for anything to see young people 

 get married. I only hope they'll be as happy ez we be. 

 We've lived together for seventeen years 'thout never havin' 

 a cross word and if I dew say it, nobody ever had tew such 

 angel children as ours. 



[Terrific crash heard as POPPY pushes Johnny's chair back- 

 ward and general mixup results. After this is quelled, 

 chopping tray is bought, paid for, and parents depart, 

 much to TIMOTHY'S relief. 



Timothy (soliloquizing). Well, if that's their idea 

 of happiness, believe I'd rather be an old bach. 



Curtain. 



The play was very successful, the parts being 

 acted in a perfectly killing manner. 



The older of the two old gentlemen took the 

 part of Seed, and a professional could not have 

 surpassed him. One of the old ladies was Tern- 



