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J. Can I have the horse to-morrow, dad?

Dea. P. What for?

J. I’m goin’ over to the bank to get my money.

Dea. P. Yes, I reckon so.

Mrs. P. You’d better go with him, father. He might git robbed on the way home. I shan’t feel safe with such a lot of money in the house.

J. Well, ’twon’t be in the house long.

(Curtain falls.)

Scene II.—Jonathan, in a blue suit with brass buttons, stands R. C., waiting for the stage. Beside him is a blue chest containing his worldly effects. Deacon and Mrs. Peters stand near the door, R.

J. (looking toward L.). I hear the stage, marm.

Mrs. P. Yes, it’s just comin’ over the hill. Hadn’t you better change your mind, Jonathan, and stay to hum, arter all?

J. Not by a jug-full. No, marm, the dice is cast, and I’m bound to be somebody. No more diggin’ taters for me.

Dea. P. Well, Jonathan, I wish you all success, but I kinder have my misgivin’s.

Mrs. P. Is the money safe, Jonathan?

J. Yes, marm, I’ve got it in my trowsers’ pocket.

Mrs. P. Hadn’t you better leave part of it to hum? You might have your pockets picked, you know.