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J. They won’t catch this child so easy. Don’t you be alarmed.

Mrs. P. I declare I’ve forgotten them doughnuts.

Dea. P. (looking toward L.). Stage is just at the corner.

Mrs. P. They’ll wait a minute.

J. (starting towards L.). Can’t wait, marm. I’ll buy some dinner at the tavern.

Mrs. P. It’ll be wastin’ your money.

Dea. P. Never mind.

J. (going slowly toward L.). Good-by.

Dea. P. and Mrs. P. Good-by. Be sure and write.

J. I’ll write just as soon as I get to the city.

(Exit L.)

Mrs. P. (with her apron to her eyes). It’s an awful resk, Deacon, Jonathan’s going away from home.

Dea. P. Cheer up, mother. He’s a man grown. He may make a fortune, after all.

(Exeunt, R.)

(Jonathan returns L. for his chest.)

J. (solus). Good-by to Beanville. When I come back, I’ll make the folks stare. Mary Jane’ll have to look up another feller. I’m goin’ to look higher.

(Exit L.)

(Curtain falls.)

Scene III.—A small room in the fifth story of a Boston hotel. Jonathan, C., sits poring over the advertising columns of the Boston Herald.