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TEMPEST AND SUNSHINE

Comedy-drama. 3 acts By Ned Albert. 4 males, 8

females. Interior. Modern costumes.

The entire action of the play takes place in the living
room of the Middleton family on a plantation in Kentucky.
Here Joshua Middleton and his wife, Nancy, live with their
two daughters, Julia, whom Joshua has nicknamed Tempest
because of her fiery nature, and Fanny, whom he calls Sun-
shine because she is so sweet and lovable. When young Dick
Wilmot comes to Kentucky to teach school he is inclined to
like Sunshine. But Tempest makes up her mind to attact his
attention and does so. Sunshine doesn't care for Dick except
as a friend and Tempest exerts all her force and succeeds
in winning a proposal from young Wilmot. Suddenly there
arrives upon the scene a handsome young physician from
New Orleans named George Lacey. Dr. Lacey is attracted
by Sunshine's beauty and innocence and he falls in love
with her and proposes. Tempest loses all interest in young
Wilmot and falls desperately in love with Dr. Lacey. How
she manages to make Dr. Lacey think that Sunshine is in
love with Dick Wilmot, how she contrives to make Sun-
shine think that Dr. Lacey is fickle, how she tricks the doc-
tor into a proposal of marriage are all shown with great
dramatic effect. But Sunshine wins Dr. Lacey for her hus-
band and the play ends with the two sisters reconciled,
thereby pointing a fine moral. (When ordering, please state
author's name.)

(Budget Play.) Price, 75 cents.

LENA RIVERS

Comedy-drama. 3 acts. By Ned Albert. 6 males, 7
females. Interior. Modern costumes.

The story deals with the plight of young Lena Rivers and
her beloved Granny Nichols who are compelled to leave
their New England home and seek refuge with Granny's
son, John, who has changed the family name of Nichols to
Livingstone because of the social aspirations of his domin-
ating wife Matilda. Durward Bellmont, whom Mrs. Living-
stone plans to marry to her daughter Caroline, becomes
enamored of Lena. The younger Livingstone daughter,
Anna, and her brother, John Junior, become Lena's firm
friends and champion her cause. In the last act when it looks
as though Lena were going to lose Durward, Fate steps in
and proves our heroine's sterling character and the denoue-
ment at the end of the play is startling indeed.

(Budget Play.) Price, 75 cents.



OUR AMERICAN COUSIN



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BY TOM T^lYLOX

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PRINTED, BUT NOT PUBLISHED

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MUGENAL CAST OF CHARACTERS. [Our American Ooutm.)
Laura Kerne's Theatre, New York, October 15, 1868.



Lord Dundreary Mr. E. A. Sothsbh

Asa Trenchard '* Jos. Jefferson

Sir Edward Trenchard " E. V arret

Copt. De Boott " Clinton

Uarr) Vernon " M. Luvr~

Abel MureaU " C. W. Com^ooi

Mr. (b*U " J- O. Brui-m

Mr. Bttddicombi " WoDoOALi.

Mr. Bmny " Petku

fohn Wickens " Broww

Mrs. MountchessingUm Miss Mary W ells

Florence Trenchard " Laura Keen*

Mary ■■ Sara Steveni

Augusta , " E. Gebmon

Qcorgvna > Mrs. Sotkers

Sharpe Miss Fltnn

WeOUt .. Mia. M 1-F.Tics



Printed in the United States of Americg



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OUR AMERICAN COUSIN.



ACT I.

SCENE 1 — Drawing room in 3. Tkenchard Manor, o. »., backed ftj

interior, ducov r ring table with luncheon spread. Large French window, a.
8 e., through which a fine English park is seen. Open archway, l. 3 B.
Set balcony behind. Table, r., books and papers on it. Work basket con-
taining wools and embroidery frame. A fashionable arm chair and sofa,
L 2 b., small table near c. D. Stage handsomely set, cosily furniture,
carpet down, chairs, etc.

Bcddicombe discovered on sofa reading newspaper. Skillet and Shabpi
busily arranging furniture as curt tin rises.

Sharpe I don't know bow yon may feel as a visitor, Mr. Buddi
eomhe, but I think this is a most uncomfortable family.
Bud Very uncomfortable. I have no curtain to my bed.
Skil And no wine at the second table.
Sharpe And meaner servants I never seed
Bud I'm afraid Sir Edward is in a queer strait.
Skil Yes, for only this morning, Mr. Binny, Mrs. Skillet says he—

Enter Binny, l. 3 E.

Binny Mind your hown business instead hof your betters, f'sa
disgusted with you lower servants. When the wine merchant pre-
sents his bills, you men, hear me, say he's been pressing for the last
ax months, do you ?

Skil Nor I, that the last year's milliner's bills have not been paid.

Sharpe Nor I, that Miss Florence has not had no new dresses from
London all winter.

Bud And I can solemnly swear that his lordship's hair has been
faithfully bound in this Bosom.

Binny That'll do, that'll do ; but to remember to check hidle
cariosity is the first duty of men bin livery. Ha, 'ere hare the
letters



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Enter John W ickens, l. 3 b, with green baize bag. Binny take* bag, takat
out letters and reads adtiresses.

Binny Hah ! bill, of course, Miss Augusta, Mrs. Mountchessington,
Lord Dundreary. Oapt. de Boots, Miss Georgina Mountchessington,
Ldeut. Vernon, ah ! that's from the admiralty. What's this? Miss
Florence Trenchard, via. Brattleboro' , Vermont

Bud Where's that, Mr. Binny.

John Why that be hin the United States of North Hamcrica, &ni
t main good place for poor folks.

Binny John Wickens, you forget yourself.

John Beg pardon, Mr. Binny.

Binny John Wickens, leave the room.

J>hn But I know, where Vermont be tho'.

Binny John Wickens, get hout. [Exit John, l. 3 b.

Bud Dreadful low fellow, that.

Binny Halways himpudent.

Bud ' [Looking at letter in Binny' s hand.] Why, that is Sir Edward'i
band, Mr. Binny, he must have been sporting.

Binny Yes, shooting the wild helephants and buffalos what abounc
there.

Bud The nasty beasts. [Looking off, r. 2 e.] Hello, there come*
Miss Florence tearing across the lane like a three year old colt.

Sk? \ 0h ' Gemini - [Runs off, b. 2 e. Bud. runs off, h. 2 b.

Enter Florence, r. 2 b.

Flo [As if after running.} Oh! I'm fairly out of breath. Good
morning, Binny, the letter bag I saw coming, Wickens coming with
it. I thought I could catch him before I reached the house. [Sits r.]
bo off I started, I forgot the pond, it was in or over. I got over, but
my hat got in. I wish you'd fish it out for me, you won't find the
pond very deep.

Binny Me fish for an at ? Does she take me for an hangler ?

Flo. Give me the letters. [Takes them.] Ah, blessed budget that
descend upon Trenchard Manor, like rain on a duck pond. Tell
papa and all, that the letters have come, you will find them on the
terrace.

Binny Yes, Miss. [Going, L. 3 b.

Flo And then go fish out my hat out of the pond, It's not very
deep.

Binny [Aside.] Me fish for 'ats ? I wonder if she takes me for an
hangler. [Exit disgusted, R. 3 e.

Flo. [Reading directions.] Lieut. Vernon. [This is a large letter will,
3 large whue envelope, red seal.] In her Majesty's service. Admiralty.
R. N. Ah, that's an answer to Harry's application for a ship. Papa
promised to use his influence for him. I hope he has succeeded, but
then he will have to leave us, and who knows if he ever comes back.
What a foolish girl I am, when I know that his rise in the servic*
will depend upon it. I do hope he'll get it, and, if he must l«ave urn,
I'll bid him eood by« <"» a lass who loves a sailor should



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Enter Sib Edward, Mrs. M., Auousta, Capt. Dt Boots, Vernom,

l. 3 e.

Flo. Papa, dear, here are letters for you, one for you, Mrs. Mount-
ehessington, one for you, Capt. De Boots, and one for you, Harry.

[Hiding letter behind l\er.
Ver Ah, one for me, Florence?
Flo Now what will you give me for one ?
Ver Ah, then you have one f

Flo Yes, there, Harry. [Gives it.

Ver Ah, for a ship. [Opens and reads.

Flo Ah ! Mon ami, you are to leave us. Good news, or bad ?
Ver. No ship yet, this promises another year of land lubbery.

[Goes up
Flo. I'm so sorry. [Aside.] I'm so glad he's not going away.
But where's Dundreary. Has anybody seen Dundreary ?

Enter Dundreary.

Dun Good morning, Miss Florence.

Flo [Comes down, l.] Good morning, my Lord Dundreary. Who
do you think has been here. What does the postman bring?

Dun Well, sometimes he brings a bag with a lock on it, some-
times newspapers, and sometimes letters, I suppothe.

Flo There. [Gives letter. Dundreary opens letter and Florence goet
up r. Dcn. knocks knees against chair, turns round knocks shins, and, ai
last is seated extreme, R.]

Dun Thank you. [Reads letter.

De B [Reading paper.'] By Jove, old Soloman has made a crop
of it.

Dun A — what of it ?

De B I beg pardon, an event I am deeply interested in, that'B all.
I beg pardon.

Aug. Ah ! Florence, dear, there's a letter of yours got among
mine. [Gives it.

Flo. Why papa, it's from dear brother Ned.

Sir E. From my boy ! Where is he ? How is he ? Read it.

Flo He writes from Erattleboro', Vt. [ Written letter.] " Quite well,
just come in from a shooting excursion, with a party of Crows,
splendid fellows, six feet high."

Dun Birds six feet high, what tremendous animals they must be.

Flo Oh, I see what my brother means; a tribe of indians called
Crows, not birds.

Dun Oh, I thought you meant those creatures with wigs on them.

Flo Wigs!

Dun I mean those things that move, breathe and walk, they look
like animals with those things. [Moving his arms like wings.

Flo. Wings.

Dun Birds with winjrs. that's the idea.

Flo [Reading written letter.] " Bye-thc-bye, I have lately come quit*
hap-hazard upon the other branch of our family, which emigrated t«
America at the Restoration. They are now thriving in this 6tat*.



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and discovering our relationship, they received m* moat hospitabl,
I have cleared up the mysterious death of old Mark iTenchard."

Sir E Of my uncle !

Flo [Reading written letter.] " It appears that when he quarreJed with
his daughter on her marriage with poor Meredith, he came here ir
search of this stray shoot of the family tree, found them and died in
their house, leaving Asa, one of the sons, Lcir to his personal prop-
erty in England, which ought to belong to poor Mary Meredith. Asa
!■ about to sail for the old country, to take possession. I gave him
tirections to find you out, and he should arrive almost as soon tu
his letter. Receive him kindly for the sake of the kindness he hat
iown to me, and let him see some of our shooting "

Your affectionate brother, NED.

Sir E An American branch of the family.

Mrs M Oh, how interesting !

Aug [Enthusiastically.] How delightfully romant):! I can imagine
the wila young hunter. An Apollo of the prairu.

Flo An Apollo of the prairie; yes, with a strops -nasal twang, and
* decided taste for tobacco and cobblers.

<S'jV E Florence, you forget that he is a Tj rt chard , and no true
Trenchard would have a liking for cobbler? it low people of that
kind.

Flor I hate him. wb3/ver he is, coming V.-i to rob poor cousin
Mary of her grand mc t'j - r's guineas.

Sir E Florence, he jit en must I requeM ' ou not to speak of Mary
Meredith as your < rn'jL ?

Flo Why. she i 11/ cousin, is she not? 'Jesides she presides over
her milk pail Yn u duchess playing cV ymaid. [Sin E. goes up.]
Ah ! Papa won't tsar me speak of my r jor cousin, and then I'm so
fond of syll it»> rs Dundreary, do yea '.now what syllabubs are?

Dun Oh, v- (a, I know what syUoVi'*. is — yeth — yeth.

Flo Why 1 uon't believe you dc \j < w what they are.

Dun N'i f know what syllabrb', <>/o? That's a good idea. Why
they are— syllabubs are -they ar 1 / .ly babies, idiotic children ; that'g
a good idea, that's good. [Dumps haul against Flobknce.

Flo No, it's not a bit like tb j ' 1 ja. What you mean are called
eherubims

Dun What, those things i' 1 . look like oranges, with wings on
them ?

Flo Not a bit like it. W«V, xliax luncheon you must go with me
and I'll introduce you to a v <-ousin Mary and syllabubs.

Dun I never saw Mr S' 1 <; jubs. 1 am sure.

Fh Well, now, don't (< rget.

Dm I never can forgjt — when I can recollect.

Flo Then recollect th'.t you have an appointment with me aftei
mncheon.

Dun Teth. yeth.

Flo Well, what have you after luncheon ?

Dun Weli, sometimes I have a glass of brandy with an egg in
*, eometin.es a run 'round the duck-pond, sometimes a game <rt



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oheckers— that's fo* exercise, and perhaps a game of billiard*.
Flo No no ; yo- have with me after luncheon, an ap — an *p—
Dun An ap — an ap —
Flo An ap an appoint — appointment.
Dun An ointment, that's the idea.

[ Knocks against De Boots as they go up stage.
Mrs M [Aside.] That ai if ul girl has designs upon Lord Dundreary
Augusta, dear, go and set how your poor, dear sister is this morning

Aug Yes, mamma. [Exit, L. 1 K.

Mrs M She is a great suiferer, ray dear.

Dut Yeth, but a lonely one.

Flo What sort of a night had she?

Mrs M Oh, a very refreshing one. thanks to the draught you wer«
kind enough to prescribe for her, Lord Dundreary

Flo What ! has Lord Dundreary been prescribing for Georgina ?

Dun Yeth. You see I gave her a draught that cured the effect ol
the draught, and that draught was a draft that didn't pay the doc-
tor's bill. Didn't that draught

Flo Good gracious ! what a number of draughts. You have aJ
nost a game of draughts.

Dun Ha ! ha ! ha !

Flo What's the matter P

Dan That wath a jok«, that wath.

Ho Where's the joke ? [Dundreary screams and turns to Mas 31

Mrs M No.

Dun She don't see it. Jk>n't you see — a game of drafts— pieces of
wound wood on square pitches of leather. That's the idea. Now, I
want to put your brains to tne test. I wan't to ask you a whimef

Flo A whime, what's thai ?

Dun A whime is a widdle, you know.

Flo A widdle !

Dun Yeth ; onq of those ihingB, like — why is so and so 01 some
body like somebody else.

Flo Oh, I see, you mean a conundrum.

Dun Yeth, a drum, that's tne idea. What is it gives a cold in the
bead, cures a cold, pays the doctor's bill and makes the home-guard
look for subs'if.uV.8. [Floremtc repeats it.] Yeth. do you give it up?

Flo Yes

Dun Well, I'll l°ii\ you — a draught. Now, I've got a better on*
than that : Whoti i% a dog's tall not a dog's tail ?
"Florence repeats. During this Florence, Mrs. M. and Ddndriabt

are down stage.]

Dun Ye*h, that's i ntunner. You've got to give that up.

Flo Yes, and willi.igly.

Dun When it's a cr»rt. [Jncj l°°k a ' h* m enquiringly.

Flo Why, what on earth has a dog's tail to do with a cart ?

Dun When it moves about, you know. A horse makes a cart
*»-'TC, so does a dog make his tail move.

>J» ''\ I <*ee what you mean — when it's a wagon.

[ Wagtt the letter m hm hand.



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Dun Well, a wagon and a cart are the same thing, ain't they t
That's the idea — it's the same thing

Flo They are not the same. In the case of your conundrum there'!
a very great difference.

Dun Now I've got another. Why does a dog waggle his tail ?

Flo Upon my word, I never inquired.

Dun Because the tail can't waggle the dog. Ha ! ha 1

Flo Ha ! ha ! Is that your own, Dundreary 1

Dun Now I've got one, and this one is original.

Flo No, no, don't spoil the last one.

Dun Yeth ; but this is extremely interesting.

Mrs M Do you think so, Lord Dundreary ?

Dun Yeth. Miss Georgina likes me to tell her my jokes. Bye-tbe-
bye, talking of that lonely sufferer, isn t she an interesting invalid?
They do say that's what's the matter with me. I'm an interesting
Invalid.

Flo Oh, that accounts for what I have heard so many young ladies
Bay — Florence, dear, don't you think Lord Dundreary's extremely
Interesting ? I never knew what they meant before.

Dun Yeth, the doctor recommends me to drink donkey's milk.

Flo [Hiding laugh.'] Oh, what a clever man be must be. He knows
we generally thrive best on our native food. [Goes up.

Dun [Looking first at Florence and then at Mrs M.] I'm so weak,
and that is so strong. Yes, I'm naturally very weak, and I want
strengthening. Yes, I guess I'll try it.

Enter Aogdsta. Bus. with Dundreary, who finally exits and brings on

Georgina, l. 1 e.

Dun Look at this lonely sufferer. [Bringing on Georgina, seats her
on sofa, l.] There, repothe yourself.

Geo [Fanning herself.] Thank you. my lord. Everybody is kind to
me, and I am so delicate.

Aug [At taJ>le.] Capt. de Booots, do help to unravel these wools foi
me, you have such an eye for color.

Flo An eye for color ! Yes, especially green.

Dun [Screams.] Ha! ha! ha!

All What's the matter?

Dun W hy, that wath a joke, that wath.

Flo Where was the joke ?

Dun Especially, ha ! ha !

Sir E Florence, dear, I must leave you to represent me to my
guests. These letters will give me a great deal of business to-day.

Flo Well, papa, remember I am youi little clerk and person of all
work.

Sir E No, no ; this is private business — money matters, my love,
which women know nothing about. [Aside.] Luckily for them, I
expect Mr. Coyle to-day.

Flo Dear papa, how I wish you would get another another agent.

Sir E Nonsense, Florence, impossible, ne knows my affairs, Hi*
rather was agent for the late Baronet. He's one of the fami't/.
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Flc Papa, I have implicit faith in my own judgement of faces.
Depend upon it, that man is not to be trusted.

Sir E Florence, you are ridiculous. I could not get on a week
without him. [Aside.] Curse him. I wish I could ! Coyle is a uiob4
intelligent agent, and a most faithful servant of the family.

Enter Bixny, l. 3 e.

Binn$ Mr. Coyle and hagent with papers.

Sir E Show him into the library. I will be with him presently.

[Exit BlNRT.

FUt Remember the archery meeting, papa. It is at three.

Sir E Yes, yes, I'll remember. [Aside.] Pretty time for such levity
arhen ruin stares me in the face. Florence, I leave you as my rep-
resentative. [Aside.] Now to prepare myself to meet my Shy lock.

[Exit, a. 1 E.

Flo Why will papa not trust me? [Vernon comes down, a.] Oh.
Harry ! I wish he would find out what a loi of pluck and common
gense there is in this feather head of mine.

Dun Miss Florence, will you be kind enough to tell Miss Georgina
all about that American relative of yours.

Flo Oh, about my American cousin : certainly. [Aside to Haret.]
Let's have some fun. Well, he's about 17 feet high.

Dun Good gracious ! 17 feet high !

Flo They are all 17 feet high in America, ain't they, Mr. Vernon ?

Ver Yes, that's about the average height.

Flo And they have long black hair that reaches down to theli

heels ; they have dark copper-colored skin, and they tight with

What do they fight with, Mr Vernon 1

Ver Tomahawks and 6calping knives.

Flo Yes ; and you'd better take care, Miss Georgina, or he'll take
hi3 tomahawk and scalping knife and scalp you immediately.

[Georgina screams and faints.

Dun Here, somebody get something and throw over her ; a pail of
water ; no, not that, she's pale enough already. [Fans her with liand-
kerchief.] Georgina, don't be afraid. Dundreary's by your side, ht
will protect you.

Flo Don't be frightened, Georgina. He will never harm you whik
Dundreary is about. Why, he could get tbree scalps here.

[Pulls Dundreary's whiskers. Georgina screams.

Dun Don't scream, I won't lose my whiskers. I know what I'll
do for my own safety. I will take this handkerchief and tie the roof
»f my head on. [Ties it on.

Flo [Pretending to cry.] Good bye, Dundreary. I'll never see you
again in all your glory.

Dun Don't cry, Miss Florence, I'm ready for Mr. Tommy Hawk.

Eider Binny.

Binny If you please, Miss, 'ere's a gent what says be'& hexpected

Fh What's his name? Where's his card ?

F>*ny He didn't tell me his name, Misa, and wher. I baxed hla



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for in* card c said e bad a whole pack in Lis valise and Lf 1 ad a
mine 'e'd play me a game of seven hup. He says hi has come to
•tay. and he certainly looks as if he didn't mean to go.

Flo That's him. Show him in, Mr. Binny. [Exit Binny, l. 3 k.
1 hat 8 my American cousin. I know.

Aug [Romantically. \ Your American coosin. Oh, how delightfully
romantic, isn't it, Capt. De Boots? [Comes doum.] I can imagine
the wild young hunter, with the free 6tep and majestic mien o( the
hunter of the forest.

Asa [Outside, l. 3 e.] Consarn your picture, didn't I tell yon I was
expected.' You are as obstinate as Deacon Stumps' forelock, that
wouldn't lie down and couldnt stand up. Would't pint forward and
oouidn't go backward.

Enter Asa, l. 3 e. , carrying a valise.

Asa Where's the Squire?

Mo Do you mean Sir Edward Trenchard, sir ?

Asa Yes.

Flo He is not present, but I am his daughter.

Asa Well, I guess that'll fit about as well if you tell this darned
old shoat to take me to my room.

Flo What does he mean by shoat ?

Binny [Talcing vali e.] He means me, mum ; but what he wants —

Asa Hurry up, old boss !

Hinny He calls me a oss, Miss, I suppose I shall be a hox next, or
perhaps an 'ogg.

Asa Wal, darn me, if you ain't the consarnedest old shoat I ever
did see since I was baptized Asa Trenchard.

Flo Ah ! then it is our American cousin. Glad to see you — my
brother told us to expect you.

Asa Wal, yes, I guess you do b'long to my family. I'm Asa
Trenchard, born in Vermont, suckled on the banks of Muddy Creek,
ab^ut the tallest gunner, the slickest dancer, and generally the loud-
est critter in the state. You're my cousin, be you? Wal, I ain't
got no objections to kiss you, as one cousin ought to kiss another.

Ver Sir, how dare you ?

Asa Are you one of the family? Cause if you ain't, you've got
no right to interfere, and if you be, you needn't be alarmed, I ain't
going to kiss you. Here's your young man's letter.

[Gives letter and attempts to kiss her.

Ho In the old country, Mr. Trenchard, cousins content themselves
with hands, but our hearts are with them. You are welcome, there
Is mine. [Gives her hand, which he shakes heartily.

Asa That'll do about as well. I won't kiss you if you don't want
me to ; but if you did, I wouldn't stop on account of that sailer
man. [Business of Vernon threatening Asa.] Oh ! now you needn t
ret your back up. What an all-fired chap you are. Now if you'll
ca v e m<» shown to my room, I should like to fix up a bit and put on
4 clean buszom. [All start.} Why, what on earth is the matter with
yon all i* I only spoke because you re so all fired go-to-nrvwtip Hkft



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Flo Show Mr. Trenchard to the red room, Mr. Binny, that la U
fou are done with it, Mr. Dundreary.

Dun Yeth, Miss Florence. The room and I h ave got through witk
aach other, yeth.

[Aba and Ditndreary see each otlisr for the first time. Business of recogni-
tion, ad. lib.]

Asa Concentrated essence of baboons, what on earth is that r

Dun He's mad. Yes, Miss Florence, I've done with that room.
The rooks crowed so that they racked my brain.

Asa You don't mean to say that you've got eny brains.

Dun No, 6ir, such a thing never entered my head. The wed in-
lians want to scalp me. [Holding hands to his head.

Flo The red room, then, Mr. Binny.

Asa \To Binny.] Hold on ! [Examines him.] Wal, darn me, but yon
keep your help in all -fired good order here. [Feels of him. J This old
ihoat is fat enough to kill. [Hits Binny in stomach. Binny runs off, l.
i e.] Mind bow you go up stairs, old hoss, or you'll bust your biler.

[Exit, h. 3 B.

Dun Now he thinks Binny'e an engine, and has got a boiler.

Flo Oh, wbat fun !

Mrs 31 Old Mark Trenchard died very rich, did he not, Florence f

Flo Very rich, I believe.

Aug He's not at all romantic, is he, mamma?

ilrs 31 [Aside to Ac-.] My dear, I have no doubt be has solid good
iaalities, and I don't want you to laugh at him lik« Florence
vrenchard.

Aug No, mamma, * won't.

Flo But wbat are we to do with him 1

Dun Ha ! ha ! ha 1

All What is the matt«»i ?

Dun I've got an idea.

Flo Oh ! let's hear Dundreary's idea.

Dun It's so seldom I get an idea that when I do get one i* ptartlea
jie. Let us get a pickle bottle.

Flo Pickle bottle ! [All coiht dovni.

Dun Yeth ; one of those things with glass sides.

Enter Asa, h 2 e.

Flo Oh ! you mean a glass case

Dun Yeth, a glass case, tbat's the idea, and let us put this Mr-
rhomas Hawk in it, and have him on exhibition. That's the idea.

Asa [Down L. of Florence, overhearing.'] Oh ! that's your idea, it


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