{Kate.} By grief?

{Gun.} I'm an old man, I am, I ain't got a tooth
to my yead. I've had thirteen children, and now
the last of 'em's gone. It ain't for an old man to
see the only set of teeth in his house walk out of
the front door without takin' on a bit.

_(Felicity sings again off R.)_

Why, confound the brat, she's squalling in the
Squire's place now. Don't 'ee stand it, Squire!

_(Felicity comes from door R., carrying a book and
a little silken shawl. She gives book to Kate,
and gently places the shawl on Kate's chair.)_

Drat you, what do you mean by vocalizing free and
easy like this? You ain't been called on for it. Do
you want to make your father look small?

{Fel.} _(R.)_ I beg Squire's pardon. If I didn't
sing I should cry. That's the worst of being too
happy--it makes people chokey. _(Kate pats her
cheek--seeing her box)_ Oh, father's brought my
bits o' things, _(crosses in front--she runs over to
box, throws open the lid and hurriedly empties it of
the few mean articles of clothing it contains. From
the bottom of the box she takes out a small gaudily
framed picture)_ Oh, I am so glad! There's my
linsey, and my goloshes--my workbox!

{Gun.} What do you mean by bits o' things?
Leave your wardrobe alone.

_(Gun. hastily replaces the clothing. Fel. runs over
to Kate and gives her the portrait.)_

{Fel.} Look, Squire--Tom Morris--ain't he handsome?

{Gun.} _(replacing clothes)_ Darn these things!
_(mumbling)_ What d'ye mean by tossing your things
on the floor in that way? _(lifting box)_ Good-night
to you, Squire.

_(Christie goes up to chair by L., D.)_

I'll leave this in the gell's room and be off.

{Kate.} Good-night, Gunnion.

{Fel.} _(goes to Gun.)_ Good-night, father. Go
straight home.

{Gun.} Drat 'ee, what d'ye mean by that!

_(Fel. goes round back of Kate's chair to stool R.,
and sits looking at photo.)_

Good-night to ye, Gilbert Hythe, and thank 'ee for
your help. Good-night, Christie, _(shouldering box)_
Darn this wardrobe! _(turning to look at Fel.)_ Ah!
your twelve brothers and sisters never had a start
in the world like o' this!

_(He goes off--Chris, closes the door after him, then
sits on chair up L., knitting. Gil. comes